Do i regret?
LIke pouring rain out my window , the tears
flow down my cheek i think of how we just let
go never looking back again. I always think of
how we were and things just went to hell and we
just moved on.
It stung like a red hot metal pressed to my skin
when i realised what i had done, though no regrets
left my thoughts or my words. Everything just seems
old how time just makes those things fade away im
moving on with no remorse , how sad is that?
My ramblings they keep me going though there pointless
to someone else , it makes me wonder if i was wrong when
i agreed to let you go and let me life just fall apart because
of life. Never do i live with my regret of loosing you.
Here i am thinking back on things that are better left alone,
like putting salt on a wound i go back and try to reply what went
wrong , is that regret? or is it me just looking for sympathy from
a stranger in the dark?
Everyone can either regret what they did in the past and let it consume
them or they can move on this poem is about being so lost from a bad
choice that its hard to tell weither its regret or just needing a stranger
telling you everything is fine so the regret can be forgotten.
comments and suggestions are welcomed