I stared like a fool
Right at you
Thinking of the warmth
When thou hug thee
Countless things happened
That's when things dampened
I used to sit there and think
Of the times when our glasses clink
All alone at home
Under a big restricting dome
I sipped at the wine
Persuading myself all's fine
Then the inevitable came
Who should I blame
Me for not noticing the signs
Or you whose love for me declined
From the peak I crashed
All because I was brash
I know I still miss you
But I was just a tool
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.
