I messed up,
Made a mistake.
My cold hands, they're starting to shake.
Where's the undo button?
Please, for goodness sake.
Don't get mad at me.
It looked fine before I knew you could see.
Now the words just seem so mean.
There is no undo button; no way to edit this part of my life.
Don't catch a glimpse, don't notice my careless words.
Because I don't want you to get hurt.
YOU ARE READING
Translated thoughts
PoesíaJust a book where I put all the emotions I don't want to show Welcome to my head Collection of freestyle poems (The first few suck. But then they get better. I promise)