PastA Poem by ErisedKIt may repeat again and again and again.I turn back to look at the past, I look at it with an utter disgust, What was that I asked to myself, It was me but the version of deaf. Deaf in incapable to listen what I should, Listen to inner self but I was rude, Then I blundered and I have sinned, Is there a way for me to beg and redeem. Your presence made me thought, Past that have supposed already rot, You're too beautiful for sinner like me, Another sin of mine I'll eternally carry. You're pure like white fabrics, Very fragile like ancient relics, My sinned hands shouldn't touch you, It'll ruin the canvas like the paints do. What I am now I've been asking, Seeking with remorseful regretting, My heart can't help but to swell, For the past that I currently dwell.
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Added on December 20, 2017 Last Updated on July 26, 2018 Author |