Apr 6
I lost you long before I was ready to admit it.
You hadn't walked out, or floated away on a breeze.
But your soul had gone.
Your hands no longer held mine as they used to,
Such tender words never to be repeated.
I held onto you so tightly.
I made you miserable.
Suffocating the life from you,
With my selfish desire to keep what we once had.
To lock it away and store it within a vault,
Within a bottomless pit.
I ruined you.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
