33. Sin
Our life together was short
And now you have found another escort.
I am happy for you,
Not for me.
But it's my fault,
You don't have to halt.
It's my fault I let you in
Even after knowing I was committing a sin.
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Ethereal
PoetryHis ethereal soul Creeping its way into my hellhole If only I could stop him If only I could forget him But his ethereal soul Is what makes me whole. **** Third poetry book everyone! Ethereal-A book written in the memory of lost love. **** 🌟 Second...
