Poetry

This is my first. I wrote this when I was 16. 

NO MORE

there she stood with a smile on her face

under d sme tree whre she always stood b4

when she walked away in her usual different pace

n i toss my head,there she stood no more

u r a thief,u stole our heart away

u warmed it wif ur calm smile

u stayed wif us till we hit d hay

n suddnly u'r gone

leaving us tat soon b fray

no matter whre i look,u'r here no more

i shouted ur nme ,my throat bcome sore

i lost my way,n im done for

i grasp 4 ur hand,but u'r here no more

how gloomy tis bright day bcme

when u go wif d shine tat u brought

through d day,our smile stayed d sme

but evry second passed,4 u my heart sought

i stared at d door,but u nve come in

my eyed look 4 u,in d crowd under d show

my search continued but nve did i win

n d days passed on wif u no more