all that is left,
are all my regrets,
all those wrong choices,
and past mistakes,
overthinking
throughout the night,
things i should've done,
blurred my sight,
what is there to keep,
whatever is there to last,
i can't seem to forgive myself
for the choices i made in the past.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
