What I Was Poem by Sabastiana Pressler

I was a poet,
And a saint for you....
A concubine,
Who thanked you...
Buying and giving,
Just to be touched., .
Sadly enough...
I loved you so much...
I took what I could get,
And of it I was proud...
Spending my days pondering...
Amd my nights lost in a cloud...
But I know...
What I must say...
Goodbye, farewell...
Maybe one day,
A hello will be in place...
But who can really tell?
Loves a bazaar thing...
When life is hell...