I made a mistake,
Not knowing what was at stake.
Your eyes pierced me just in a click,
And I cried over the spilled milk.
You never gave me a chance,
To snap out of my trance.
You left me in such a devastated state,
I felt like trapped in a wooden crate.
Of all the flowers that have wilt,
Nothing can compare to my own guilt.
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A Collection of Short Poems
RandomThis is a collection of poems that I made. Before you read this, I'll tell you in advance. I am not a good poet.
