I could sit here and say I couldn’t help it but I could I just didn’t want too. I looked her up here again saw a new poem. All I could see was her angelic face and her beautiful smile. Alas I ******* up bad to the point I can’t take it back. Instead I’m haunted by the ghosts of our past and mocked by the red string of fate
P.S. I’m sorry jm
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 10:51 PM UTC
I could sit here and say I couldn’t help it but I could I just didn’t want too. I looked her up here again saw a new poem. All I could see was her angelic face and her beautiful smile. Alas I ******* up bad to the point I can’t take it back. Instead I’m haunted by the ghosts of our past and mocked by the red string of fate
P.S. I’m sorry jm