POEMS • [more] •

Guilt pt3

I knew that your love was true
However typical it might seem
Despite being older, it was rather new
In a way that I hoped it waa not a dream
Though my concerns do not dissipate
For how you might look at me
Labelled as being too late
What if there is still hope to be
But what would you rather have said
If you discovered a beautiful flower
Who's roots have long been dead
And can hold no more power
Would you still look at me as you have before
You embraced me, kept me close to you
You listened to every story that I told
In the end, it was I who was so cold