Challenge
Midnight Confessions
Poetry only. Your interpretation.
Powerless
It is at midnight
when the words in my mind
converge into a storm
of regrets
replaying my top 40
worse moments
in living color.
So long past
repairing
yet I can't stop
creating dialogue
for what I should have said
done
knowing
I can't go back
my kisses now
hold
no power
to make it all better.
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