Can't get it out of my head,
The image it's
Imprinted in my brain
The way you chose your way
The words you used, to convey
Marking them on me
So harshly
I would think
I'm sorry I'm like this
I'm sorry you have to feel
The way that you feel
That make you do the actions
That I regret on
Bloom
By cul-de-sac-s
BLOOM, A collection of random poems and thoughts. Bloom, Among the wilted Inspite of your feelings Don't l... More