The Faulty One

The Faulty One

 

 

A caress of bitterness

Though after moments filled with bliss

Your sharp touch

It spoke with many voices

My soul’s jury came to a verdict

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These, they were my own choices

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Can we call this a night of regret or man of regret? One or tother, I think this was something that goes deeper.

[Rachael]

Sure thing, I defintly think that reflects my poem more. Thanks!