A Farewell to a Perfect Score - 7 Angels 7 Plagues

I could never forget what it felt like

To feel my heart drop and watch as Lonely insects swarmed around it And fed off like a disease to a diagnosed patient

You no longer see me What am I doing but holding back tears

And thinking of you

With this tainted image of me With no longer love but disappointment

I’m still here

I just forgot I was human for a second

And that I can’t just be some image

I have error

I long to hear your voice again

Untainted with openness

I’m sorry for what I have done

I’m sorry

What have I done?

And for what I have done I am truly sorry

Words for you are like my pot of gold

Let me not have spent my riches

But without this friendship I feel poor

Though I will still reflect on what we had

And all of the potential…