deepundergroundpoetry.com
Old Grudges running wild
In the rearview mirror, old tales unfold,
You wield the past, a story retold.
Nursing a grudge, it's a dangerous game,
Our love caught in its relentless flame.
Lost, my love, in this tangled mess,
I've said sorry, hoping to confess.
But if this saga goes on, takes hold,
Our love story might just run cold.
You wield the past, a story retold.
Nursing a grudge, it's a dangerous game,
Our love caught in its relentless flame.
Lost, my love, in this tangled mess,
I've said sorry, hoping to confess.
But if this saga goes on, takes hold,
Our love story might just run cold.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 181
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.