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
