She told me she loved me. I do not believe it was a lie. She may have been mistaken but she truly believed she loved me. I do not really know why.
What is there to love about me?
What could she see?
What part of me made her never want to leave?
I never bothered to ask her. Though now I wished I did.
Maybe if I cared enough to have ask, she wouldn’t have wound up dead.
Not my fault really; though I didn’t try.
When the wash women cried; I did nothing to save her life.
I knew it would happen. I was there when it did.
Yet I stood there as events unfolded.
Stood there until she was dead.
I wonder why she loved me…when I couldn’t love myself .
Guess this something I will never know.
Since sinners burn in hell .
I love writing but there are times I make mistakes. Especially when I am trying out a new style of writing. I wanted this to be a sort of ballad. I regret to say that this is not it. I was never good at paying attention to poetry rules. I like freestlye best. I want to learn though.
So if anybody out there reading this wants to add some feedback. It would help a ton.
I don’t have a lot of followers now seeing as I still fairly new to this.
Still, never hurts to ask.
Sidenote: I failed nearly every Grammar test I ever took. If I happened to pass it; it was only because I didn’t bother to study and just winged it. Winging it got me better grades then when I studied.
So if there are errors know that it is because I tried to go back and edit things.
Even sider note. I don’t any clue to what writing style this is so feel free to provide links.