Dream State

Mea Culpa

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)