I lay awake
staring at the black ceiling;
wondering,
Will I regert any day of my life ??
Will my life have no meaning if,
I regert one day??
I lay awake
The black celling blurring;
crying,
To stop myself from regretting.
YOU ARE READING
Rune
PoetryWriting down emotions, when I felt them the most. 'I wish you were here' - some lines dedicated to these words. And some dedicated to others. Might find something relatable
