"misdeem" poems
Dragging myself, living in this self-created melancholy,
Failing to remember it's in my blood to be folly
My expectancy drowning me,
Failing to remember he's never made any promises.
Blaming him for every misdeem,
Failing to remember, it's me who's over-flowing with flaws
When he leaves me to my solitude,
To me it dawns,
He never promised me a rose-garden.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC