The Hurt in your eyes

And the Pain in your heart 

Makes the Regret with in me

The Guilt I carry.

 

Ironically so

My soul is gone

And not peacuefully resting.

And it's all my fault.

 

I deserve happiness, not.

For this drastic outcome

Has ruined you.

Because it's all my fault.

 

Now the leaves the fall

Make me see the Tears from your eyes

And the ice in my drink

Make me feel that cold shoulder.

 

If only I did right

If only I knew how

If only you could forgive me

But you cant. . .

 

It's all my fault. . .

 

 

 

 

(One of my first poems  I hope you liked it)