The words that come to mind,
They aren't of any one kind.
But they're all that's left,
From what happened, theft.
I failed you,
Through it all I had no clue.
There was no warning,
Now these thoughts come swarming.
What if I played my cards right?
I might not be stuck here scared with fright.
My life is cold and blue,
I'm stuck missing you.
YOU ARE READING
Lost
PoetryThese are the poems that I write as I do my best to make it through the life I have been left with.
