Pain and regret.
Two feelings I wish to never impart on anyone, least of all You.
I am sorry for the magnitude of pain I cause, by being who I am,
a person below that which You expect and hope.
I am sorry to make You regret ever meeting me and saying - hello.
Most of all, I am sorry, that his pain I cannot ease away by being here.
It seems I am that which this pain is caused by.
If I am indeed the bringer of bad fortune, then it is not by my wish.
I can only wish for the tides to turn.
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The Notebook rambles
Thơ caIntroducing the first (and earliest) of this notebook writers pickings of so-called poetry. Verses about love, sadness, thoughts on the world and some introspection. Might include dreamy escapism to nature, teenage/young adult notions of romance and...
