Everything was well,
Fate had a new path,
Now it's hard to tell,
To pretend, to depart
I don't see you
But I see you smile,
Probably some Swift blues
And I never was its fire
I shall repair us,
Now the bonds are punished,
Let destiny decide if it's us,
Destiny depends on your flourish
A little more,
Stretch an inch of patience,
I'm almost there, only months more,
So please stay, I cry for our promise.
...did you stay?...
YOU ARE READING
Past
PoetryPast, a poembook I made in quarantine. It includes the whole story of the process of accepting my past and the conversion of me being a Christian. It also includes love poems I made just for a girl I adored hehe. Picture source: https://in.pinterest...
