there's one big mistake
i just can't erase
i still feel her fingers trace
over the mess she made
in an attempt to forget
and start a blank slate
but it's all fake
she's lied to my face
i know it when she gives me that stare
that I've been a fool, I'm stuck in a maze
with a sense of regret
i wipe my hands and walk away
i wish it weren't this way
but it's all i deserve
it was one big mistake
that ruined my fate.
YOU ARE READING
some cry with tears; others with thoughts
Poetry"art alone can redirect those repulsive thoughts about the terrible or absurd nature of existence into representations with which the man can live" hi! this work is essentially a few poems I've written over the last few years.
