By: p.a. LEX
You told me there was a time
of regret and excruciating pain—
it was my love you were trying to climb—
now we ask the question whether we're still sane
Asking me of questions unanswerable;
with hopes of being saved and understood—
but didn't know time was against you,
scheming of ways you didn't know it could
YOU ARE READING
Pages of Despondence
PoesíaA batch of poetries and short stories for the broken. You may portray it in any way you want. Most of my works are for the abused, scorned and rejected.
