Stay.
It wasn't you, it was me.
I know I took you for granted,
Yet again.
I complained every chance I got
About the shivers that ran down
My spine every time you were
Around, I know I welcomed you
With grace and then repeatedly
Tried to rid myself of any traces
You left behind. I'm sorry.
Please just come back,
You say I wear shorts and tanks
Only for him but don't you get it?
I love the comfort of the cute knit
Sweaters I wear when I'm with you.
I promise I'll not just tolerate you
But I will celebrate you, I'll treat you
Like the God you are.
I'll do it all, Winter.
Just come back?
YOU ARE READING
Echo of Thoughts
PoesíaPoetry 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....
