I feel guilty,
So guilty.
Tears are running down my cheek,
As I stare at my empty ceiling above me.
The whitness blinds my eyes,
And I'm afraid to be able to see again.
My heart is pumping,
And I wonder if it's love or guilt.
But no matter what it is,
it will scar me forever.
I will always remember this day,
When I broke someone's heart.
But I want to comfort them,
In my warm arms.
Do you feel guilty?
Because, yes I do.
The guilt will stay with me,
Till he moves on.
I feel guilty,
So guilty.
Do you?
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melancholy - collection of poems
Poetrymelancholy; a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.