Pardon me
for I no more
cannot convey
the lost of your love.
To have me back,
begging is all you got.
Pardon me
for even if you do,
you already lost me.
YOU ARE READING
She
Poetry"A book is she that has countless pages, blood is her inks, and her pain writes." This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a woman's point of view of love and life.
Wasted Chance
Pardon me
for I no more
cannot convey
the lost of your love.
To have me back,
begging is all you got.
Pardon me
for even if you do,
you already lost me.
