This is a poem about an
Unfinished love affair --
Like the bottle of milk left
Overnight by the counter
Where we kissed for the
First time.
Like the fruits on the table
turned sour.
I remember what you said
when I saw you for the
Last time.
(dear darling I am so sorry
For my wrong do doings)
(thank you my angel my sugar
My love my regret)
But you do not understand
And never will
That I did this for myself
And never you.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
This is a poem about an
Unfinished love affair --
Like the bottle of milk left
Overnight by the counter
Where we kissed for the
First time.
Like the fruits on the table
turned sour.
I remember what you said
when I saw you for the
Last time.
(dear darling I am so sorry
For my wrong do doings)
(thank you my angel my sugar
My love my regret)
But you do not understand
And never will
That I did this for myself
And never you.
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