Regrets are what I have doubts are what our relationship was, Why? You might ask. You wanted me I wanted you but I guess you could never see my feelings through. With you I was shy I thought the way you adored me would die, eventually not intentionally. But I guess that's what happens when you date a guy like you. Football player, popular, and to top that nice my heart was one big dice that you went ahead and rolled not in a mean way, in a curious way I guess. I'm scared of loving you, scared of my deepest secrets you will never hear even though you want to. Because of my many Regrets I can never open up to you. Just leave go so with my Regrets I can sink low.
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Her poems
RandomPoems that I write in my journal maybe about issues i go through. This is to express how I feel.
