Those three words
Was the last thing that you wanted
I could tell by the way you responded
I didn't mean to complicate things
And I will apologise again
Just tell me when.
You said its fine
Let's just move forward
But no matter how hard we tried
Things were still slightly awkward.
YOU ARE READING
Seasons (Poetry Story)
Poesíaas the year goes by seasons change and things that blossom go away [POETRY ANTHOLOGY]
