Because she was too kind,
She made many sacrifices in life,
Since everything ,
Needs a lot of giving.
She talked and talked about the past,
reminiscing the good old days and all the what if's ,
That kept her awake all night,
Or whenever she's alone with her thoughts.
She cried and cried,
Swallowing ,
The bitterness of regret.
Though the grass is not always greener on the other side,
You don't regret what you did,
You regret what you didn't do.
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Cloudy Eyes
Non-FictionWhen our eyes are clouded And taught to see what we should see then are we still ours to control , or are we just an object with conscious
