One will be surprised
With how much you've told me
That no matter what I'll have to try
So as to be free
Thought of you as the sun
But how wrong have I been
You're not just all fun
Being a dangerous sin
That first chide I recall
Was a knife creating pain
Then downhill I fall
Still those were not vain
In the future I'll repay you
With all that I can
Despite not showing you
With what I should've did then
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.
