So I accepted it.
That I was never going to get what I want.
I had it, but I let it slip through my fingers
And now it's gone.
So I gave up.
I marched to my prison and said "I love you."
I willingly accepted its embrace
And let it's bars restrain me.
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Feeling after Midnight
PoetryLate night thoughts and poems. Leave a like and tell me what you can relate to. 🖤
