I have written my final regrets
In the hopes that I may forget
All of those who wronged me
In an attempt to set us both free
No longer chained to the memories
Of a violent past
This too shall pass
Though it hasn't been fast
We are finding ourselves at long last.
DU LIEST GERADE
Idiosyncrasies of an Introvert
Poesie{COMPLETE} Poetry from the ill mind ❝Her heart is played like well worn strings In her eyes the sadness sings Of one who was destined for better things.❞ © Lang Leav
