Keepsake
Night after night maybe it’s all I can take
Living a life ruefully with my own mistake
Pondering endlessly I often stay awake
Pray, my yearning for you I did not fake
You could’ve been a little more forgiving,
So I’m keeping the heartache as a keepsake…
Everything else I am burning.
~Contest: "K" poetry
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
~Contest: Bite Size#16
~Sponsor: Line Gauthier.
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2021
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