(I kind of don't like this one fyi)
I haven't been lost.
Not yet.
Some would say I've cost
My own bets.
The world is evolving,
The humans are living.
But here I am grovelling
At the sound of you sniveling.
Dearest, I'm sorry
That we could never be.
You can see how far we
Came to see
Our greatness unfold.
It was never meant to be us.
It was never meant to be told.
Happiness, I'm sorry to discuss
Our broken bond.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoésieI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
