They came. They stayed.
They made a place in your heart
So deep.
They became your safe house.
Your escape from mundane times.
You found happiness in them.
They lied. They made fun.
You were unaware.
They spoke. They loved,
Behind your back.
And now you're left
Rethinking everything.
Moments, memories, was all of it
A farce?
Could one be that good an actor?
They fumbled with guilt.
Asked for forgiveness.
You made your peace with it.
But never looked back.
And to know
All of it could've been completely different
If they'd just so much as
Asked.
YOU ARE READING
Echo of Thoughts
PoetryPoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt. It is a matter of life not just a matter of language... Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....
