Im sitting here, listening to the sound of the piano
Thinking "why?" why did i left and go?
I've heard that "if it was true love back then, why wouldn't it be true love now?"
But all the answers i can gather has all this doubts.
I know i love you still,
But i'm always feeling this certain guilt.
The guilt on the questions "why?"
I've had my chance, but still, have said my goodbye.
My heart is breaking,
Just by thinking and reminiscing.
The past we've had was the perfect scenery,
My ideal future, my future love story.
And everything dispersed...
Because of this curse.
The curse I've made to myself,
That caused you pain and doubts on the love you gave.
YOU ARE READING
curse
Poetrythis is my first time writing a poem based on how i feel. and it's not much, but yeah.. whoever can read this, i hope you don't laugh at it :')
