TOXIC! THEY SAY?
WHOS THE ONE THAT WAS TOXIC?
Was it you, the one who caused the pain?
Was it me, the one who allowed the pain?
Either way, TOXIC was what we were together.
Not one day goes by, that I don't continuously think of you.
Was this my fault, for allowing it, was it your fault, for giving it?
Who cares! ! What's done is done.
Can't change the past. Only control the present, and future.
For which still, involves you. To make change, and be more visual and careful, of the choices of which will be my destiny.
Until then, toxic memories, will linger within my soul n heart because I cannot, Stop thinking, and feeling every bit of your soul..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem