You've been gone(about a year now)
But still lingers a ghost of your perfume
You took the words we shared and(left)
But my rooms still a memoir of you
It feels as if we've gone through a (metamorphosis) and I'm late to bloom
It's funny though how it's take so long for growth when I planted our doom
The stories that bonded us together
The moments I promised to keep with virtue (I threw it all away and even used some to hurt you)
I'm issuing my repentance(but I don't expect your forgiveness); fault is mine, fault is mine for letting me poison our love with serpentine(Mea Culpa)
YOU ARE READING
Dream State
Thơ caMy first collection of poetry I'll update regularly Feel free to compliment or critique They both help either way
