Walking in the forest is how I spend my time.

It doesn’t even cost a dime.

I saw a rose that reminded me of you.

Suddenly, everything I knew disappeared.

All I saw, thought, felt, even smelt was you.

The feeling of looking into your eyes.

Your hand on my thighs.

It all meant nothing, you see.

Love doesn’t mean a thing.

Love doesn’t exist anymore.

It has all been twisted.

Real love is all I needed.

You used me.

You abused me.

I’m glad you’re gone.

Then suddenly, a rage of fear kicked in.

I remembered where I was.

I was in the forest.

It was a golden night.

That was a fright.