I'm guilty as hell,
It's your fault you fell,
Nothing went well.
Now you're stuck with a hole.
And I, buried six feet.
I promised my love,
my soul, yours to keep,
but my promises were empty,
my heart filled will deceit.
I'm sorry you loved me,
I'm sorry, indeed,
I'm sorry that love isn't something I need,
that I'm such a jerk,
that it didn't work.
I lied to your face,
I'm such a disgrace.
I couldn't be kind,
I was dead out of my mind,
Stuck on rewind.
Old love tapes play,
I've found my way,
I'm all on my own.
I'm only stuck with this poem.
YOU ARE READING
Last Night
PoetryDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
