Poem - Prepositions
56The careful footsteps
Of you, untrustworthyCast shadows, movingUnder the door.We said one dayWe'd live togetherBut I never realisedHow much you annoy me.Maybe I had more patienceBack when we agreedMaybe more reasonPerhaps I was just blind.I've become flawed with ageAnd only so young.I'd hate to see myself in old ageCorruptI'd hate to be myself in my old ageFuckedI'm dying before thenI've made up my mindIts one thing I've saidAnd will actually do.PrintShare it! — Rate it: up down flag this hub








