Poems are words of the soul,

They are the things left untold.

They are the words you couldn't say,

They are the people you wish could stay.

To those of you whom deny,

You are merely trapped in a lie.

Left out in the cold and rain,

A white shirt with a black stain.

These words come from the heart,

From you they shall never part.

This poem has come to an end,

But its message

It will send.