It's coming to an end.
All that could be, will never be.
I'm sorry please revert the clock.
Please I beg you .
My lord what have I done wrong,
To deserve this.
I'm begging on my knees
please don't let this be.
I don't want it to end like this.
YOU ARE READING
Collection of different poems
PoetrySome are older than others and granted there is no set mood for all of them. I would appreciate it if you would tell me if you liked it or if I should stop writing much appreciated