Months are far spent and with you i still cannot break words
I must say, you and i have spent this lost time in two different worlds
During which i was about what would be termed infidelity
Faced with guilt i became scared of the consequential reality
I began to search for words excuse my indecent behavior
But non was good enough as words became blur
Eventually i lost my sight of words for expression
Then my train of thought derailed into chaos of volcanic eruption
And even now as i pen down this confession
i cant say much because my mind and hands has lost connection
i was carried away by **** distractions, oh! dear poetry
i am sorry for committing adultery
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
Months are far spent and with you i still cannot break words
I must say, you and i have spent this lost time in two different worlds
During which i was about what would be termed infidelity
Faced with guilt i became scared of the consequential reality
I began to search for words excuse my indecent behavior
But non was good enough as words became blur
Eventually i lost my sight of words for expression
Then my train of thought derailed into chaos of volcanic eruption
And even now as i pen down this confession
i cant say much because my mind and hands has lost connection
i was carried away by **** distractions, oh! dear poetry
i am sorry for committing adultery
If you leave anything that thing also leaves you
