How could I forget?

How Could I Forget?

After I penned down the words,

And had my friends read them,

“A beautiful piece,” one said.

“Why not create more like this?” suggested another.

“This is lit!” laughed the giggling girl.

But alas!

I forgot how I dove deep into thought,

How I longed to show the world what I had within.

How can I forgive myself?

The words, raw and untouched,

Sit dusty in my drafts.

My lecturer kept reminding me,

“Your submission is due, don’t delay.”

But I procrastinated, put it off another day.

Now the deadline’s passed, the chance is gone,

And I’m left with nothing but regret and an unfinished dusty draft.