Jun 2
I know I can't excuse my blunders,
by acknowledging the existence of yours.
Yet feels gratifying to know I'm not the only one.
But even in learning of yours,
My own mistakes scream inside my head,
I'm rehashing the moments into mocking reels.
So you even remember them?
My mistakes?
YOU ARE READING
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...
