my all your poems be open my they die as the sea and live to the broken heart of the one who meant to be may they always shine on open and your writes compare with me I had no desire to outspire you I had no reason to see a life without you ever I don't know what was wrong I will always wonder why our love went wrong you didn't really think I prisoned you you know I could not have so goodbye, imprisoned one I would die to see your soul glad but forget me