all that is left,
are all my regrets,
all those wrong choices,
and past mistakes,
overthinking
throughout the night,
things i should've done,
blurred my sight,
what is there to keep,
whatever is there to last,
i can't seem to forgive myself
for the choices i made in the past.
YOU ARE READING
letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
