I dwell, not on my past,
But on my flaws.
My imperfections,
Mistakes which have defined me.
I am my own nightmare,
My own disaster.
My regret and sorrow linger.
Bitter sweet memories collide.
Days turn to night.
Rain turns to snow.
Snow turns to ice.
Ice turns to cold days.
Cold days into worse days.
Worse days turn into no days,
And no days soon turn to,
nothingness.
My poems are a lil confusing and complex. Neverlthessless please let me know what u think. Much love
