34. All My Fault
My mirror mocks me
For letting you go.
My reflection blames me
For it is standing alone.
I just stare and listen to their taunts
For I know it's all my fault
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Ethereal
PoetryHis ethereal soul Creeping its way into my hellhole If only I could stop him If only I could forget him But his ethereal soul Is what makes me whole. **** Third poetry book everyone! Ethereal-A book written in the memory of lost love. **** 🌟 Second...
