dear Onika, it’s me again, a lost course
born and raised with so many curse
a fate unknown to me
a terrible omen like a surge-less sea

I know I’ve strayed far from the path
a non calculated mistake unsolved like math
now I’m transfixed, immobile
no single love left, isolated like bile

it’s all my fault I must confess
I approach every sane dialogue like protest
now I’m a loner and all cold
I can’t deny that I’ve always been told

I’ve become a reproach of myself
a stone laid in the corner rejected
fate keeps me cower in my state
I’m sorry I messed up, it’s already late

@talk2leigh
(twitter & insta)
5:17am
20 July 2024
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