I made a bad decision, and I lost friends over it. For the longest time, I let hate and anger blind me, but now I see that it was stupid. I wish I could go back and fix it, but it is far too late.
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Do you think that it's too late?
To go to her; to seal my fate?
To say "I'm sorry!" for what I'd done?
To end this war I thought I'd won?
All it took was one last blow.
A decisive hit that hit too low.
And now I'm gasping, wondering "Why?"
Where on earth did we go awry?
I took a dangerous step too far,
In the dying light of a dying star.
My soul was cast into the abyss,
And I followed blindly, submerged in bliss.
My pride forbid me to turn around.
I left without another sound.
But now, months later, I regret my choice.
I wish I could go back; change my voice.
But now I know that It's too late.
To go to her; to seal my fate.
To say "I'm sorry!" for what I'd done.
To end this war I never won.
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Mirror, Mirror: A Poetry Book
PoésieA collection of poems written by me. ***I would like to clarify that not all of this is strictly me ranting, and a lot of it is just stuff I came up with and thought, "wow that sounds cool." If I didn't say it's vent, it's probably not :)
