As the days pass by
I start to wonder
Did I make a blunder
Why did things get rougher
From the greatest beauty
To a sight people shudder at
Was the cause my habitat
Or was it simply just a trap
Just like birds flocking to bread
Both sexes used to flock to me
But all because of thee
That was not to be
What I possessed was long gone
What was done can't be undone
As the result of one
That was my son
YOU ARE READING
Us
PoetrySomething I hope will help others (especially Carlotta). Things may not meant to be. Let it go, write it down, say it out and you will feel much better.
