Finding yourself non prepossessing; doubting all thoughts, and disagreeing constantly
I would do anything to go back to that day, the first day I trusted to share my real thoughts
It's been two days, only two days; dragged on, years looming
It's hard for me to say this, but I know I've broken your trust..
Now I know you may argue; that stubbornness defines you
I'm not always correct in my choices,
Past occurrences being one of them.
I promised my world to you; my gift of Lucid dreaming
But I selfishly manipulated the information; with no thoughts to save you from any sorrow or travails..
My lack of consideration; the guilt you carry now..
It all falls to me, my sins to carry.
To be told; sharing what I never explained
A Terza Rima, structured within this prose; my favored fixed form poem
I'm sorry that it happened this way