Disclaimey: I own no JV stuffs!
This poem is from Nny's POV, and it's to Devi. It sucks but I like writing.
I'm Sorry:
If I could touch a falling star, so delicate and new, the first thing I'd wish to have is to spend another day with you.
Because without you is getting so old. My skin growing so cold. Feeling like ice. Feeling like a broken toy that no one cares for anymore.
They've shut the attic door.
I'm gathering dust.
I remember the way it felt with you. And I know what I wish I could do. To have the chance to hold you again. My dear, dear, could have been friend. My love, my hate, my nothing, my great. But I fucked it up, and I'm sorry.
I tried to rip you. Tear you apart. I broke your heart. I'm sorry.
I'm so very sorry.
I could have stolen your life. I could have split you with my knife. Apologies make no difference. But it would be my preference
If I could have one more chance.
Because I'm sorry. So, so sorry.
You know I'm sorry.
Would I care if I was not sorry?
I remember the pain, I'll never forget. The tears, the blood, the both so wet. But I didn't care. All I wanted was you. It was you.
And for that I'm sorry.
I only listen to my heart.
And so I'm sorry.
I remember taking my last breath, so near to death. But I felt no fears, I spilled no tears. All that crossed my mind was you. It was you who saw through. You didn't see my face. But you thought you saw my heart.
So I'm sorry. So very sorry.
You were all I wanted, all I fell for. I wanted you in my door. I need you, breathe you. You're like oxygen to me. But I'll set you free. Just don't forget me.
I'm sorry.
This poem is from Nny's POV, and it's to Devi. It sucks but I like writing.
I'm Sorry:
If I could touch a falling star, so delicate and new, the first thing I'd wish to have is to spend another day with you.
Because without you is getting so old. My skin growing so cold. Feeling like ice. Feeling like a broken toy that no one cares for anymore.
They've shut the attic door.
I'm gathering dust.
I remember the way it felt with you. And I know what I wish I could do. To have the chance to hold you again. My dear, dear, could have been friend. My love, my hate, my nothing, my great. But I fucked it up, and I'm sorry.
I tried to rip you. Tear you apart. I broke your heart. I'm sorry.
I'm so very sorry.
I could have stolen your life. I could have split you with my knife. Apologies make no difference. But it would be my preference
If I could have one more chance.
Because I'm sorry. So, so sorry.
You know I'm sorry.
Would I care if I was not sorry?
I remember the pain, I'll never forget. The tears, the blood, the both so wet. But I didn't care. All I wanted was you. It was you.
And for that I'm sorry.
I only listen to my heart.
And so I'm sorry.
I remember taking my last breath, so near to death. But I felt no fears, I spilled no tears. All that crossed my mind was you. It was you who saw through. You didn't see my face. But you thought you saw my heart.
So I'm sorry. So very sorry.
You were all I wanted, all I fell for. I wanted you in my door. I need you, breathe you. You're like oxygen to me. But I'll set you free. Just don't forget me.
I'm sorry.