Somehow,
There is never,
Enough time,
With you.
As much time passes,
My memories,
Nor my emotions,
Fade in the least.
Tell me,
What is this,
Called,
If not Love?
YOU ARE READING
Scourge: A Poetry Collection
Poesie"I have Scourged your soul, While you drew on me, So intricately. All I can ask for, Is forgiveness, Which I don't deserve, Anymore." Scourge: A poetry Collection
