It eats at you,
like cancer...
Im sorry for ever giving you that second glance
Sorry for giving you a second chance...
It eats at you,
like cancer...
What memories bring
to a regretful soul...
You have a way of
making me laugh...
I left for a trip
knowing in my heart...
I don't think poems should be titled... because when you give a poem a name, it gives it only one meaning. poetry should have as many meanings as possible, so it means something special and different, to everyone. nobody's feelings are wrong. |