It's a foreboded passion.
One to be kept deep inside.
For my heart is suppose to be with him.
Yet remains with another.
I feel so guilty for it though.
I acted before I could think.
Now I'm knee deep in regret.
How I need you to pull me out.
For I told myself to never like him.
For I belonged to another.
Yet somehow it doesn't feel right.
Only with him it does.
Now I'm left deep in regret.
Fighting to get out.
Maybe I can end it to save us both before I cause us to drown.
The deeper I sink, the harder it is to get out.
I can only hope I will make it out before it becomes impossible.
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In a Nuthshell
PoetryPretty much everything I've gone through, have thought of, or have felt in a nutshell. All are poems written by me and should not be used unless given permission to.
