The Smell Of Burnt Flowers

I guess we'll meet in time

As I lay a flower on your windowsill

I hold on to these dear drams of mine

Only time can tell, hold us still

 

Been meaning to write back

But i never got the chance

I had writer's block, panic attacks

Do you remember the last time we danced?

That night you took my hand

Spun me around, "spin me again" I'd say

And then we would make plans to see each other

On the weekends

 

I never took you as a heartbreaker

Since you've been hurt more than i have

But i guess looks can be deceiving

and personalities can only cover up how we're actually feeling 

 

What happened to us?

Where did the time go?

Were we going too fast?

Or was i just being too slow?

 

These memories i have

Leave an awful scent

Like the smell of burnt flowers

That i never  thought i could sense

 

I'm sorry if I have caused you pain

That must've been the reason you left

i wish you the best

i wish you everything i couldn't give

This poem is about: 
Me

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