Too late to regret
The things been left unspoken
Now that her man is dead
And her heart is broken.
She cries for the man she let down
Watching the flames burning up this place
Instead of standing in a wedding gown
It's the morgue she has to face.
She might be sorry
Nothing now matters
She's lost all her glory
In few farewell letters.
She whispered 'Goodbye, Ted.'
Acting like a tough girl she surely is
Kissing the top of his head
Kissing goodbye the man she would sadly miss.
And so this is the end,
Time to move on, she said.
She's not broken, just bent
She got what she wanted and she wanted him dead...
~ something a bit dark written during my younger years when I was obsessed with true crime... cca 2015
YOU ARE READING
The world through my eyes
PoetryI decided to put together a collection of various poems that I've written throughout the years, both old and new, just to remember those stages of my life and the circumstances under which I've written those... Some are more personal than others. I'...
