I guess I was a bit of a sloth
I never really had some grip to your affection
Maybe we were too much of a same cloth?
For sure I'll never find a route to perfection
I never had a chance to witness your watermark
I should've cleaned up my lens sooner
Indeed an eternal loss, what a month!
I'll forever miss you... so now,
What am I here for?
Where do I go?
YOU ARE READING
made in thoughts
Poetry*poetry + feels *relate •nothing fancy, simple words put out together with a collective goal of making sense or connecting a few dots :-) °vote if it links with the brain :-] •don't blink on such a thought
