We were talking about making it,
Two nights ago non-stopping,
He is right this is all we can be,
Four weeks ahead his skins will be ripping.
If I could change his mind,
I would for sure no doubt,
If I could take back that time,
I'd reverse it now.
It's such a task,
To ignore,
I've been trying to ask,
While watching him grow.
Oh how i wish it was just a prank,
All the desires he laid out,
After he broke me and left me blank,
My mind was fucked up and loud.
YOU ARE READING
Indelible
PoetryJust some underrated poems of my own. Written in the mean time before hitting the hay. chapters of love chapters of anxiety chapters of heartbreaks
