The guilt is still alive!!!

Actually, I now don't even remember when had I scribbled this poem and which situation made me feel so immature. Still things are made for the very right moment and it's obviously meant to be enjoyed or cursed(according to your thinking)...

 

When I think of you

Tears roll down my eyes

My eyes speak the truth

And my truth is you

But the guilt is still alive 

The way I hurt you

I can't get out of it

I can't move on

Its guilt is still alive.

Could I've your trust like before?

Could I've your love like before?

Could I've those moments....?

Its guilt is still alive.

Hey please curse me

I’ve hurt thee

Without you

I'm incomplete

The guilt is still alive.

On the road of life

I want you to be my wife

Wish I could wish this

To make you mine for life

But the guilt is still alive.

In my absense

Never let tears roll down your eyes

I’d feel curtailed 

This guilt would never die………………..

THE GUILT IS STILL ALIVE