I call to you with mournful sorrow,
As I've never pulled you near.
I've never returned the dazzling kindness,
That lit my days oh so long ago.
I beg you for forgiveness,
As you probably know by now.
I promised you my heart,
But instead I give you yours.
I assure you it was not from lack of trying,
And you never did me wrong.
I've locked my heart inside me,
And lost the key oh so long ago.
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What Writing Can Say That My Voice Alone Cannot: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that I've written a long time ago as well as recently. They will include the themes of love and nature, as well as angst and sorrow. All credit for writing and artwork goes to me unless otherwise noted.
