Oh dear regrets,
stop regretting yourselves,
wasting all my potential
over wrong people,
feeling foolish for years and years,
wanting to overcross
the length of a standardized river
I never found myself.
I grew up
but never got wise enough
to move away from the wicked and fools.
Every day surviving
like a zombie living in a dead zone.
My frozen heart melted
in front of the wrong people,
providing me the kind of shame
I never had to feel.
Now, though it's all gone,
I feel my soul
is going to collapse
because of those certain actions and words.
My heart, burning in the fire
of rage and sadness,
won't let go so easily.
But I tried my best
to create shades of life
in which I could hide my colors.
But the more I grew,
the more it kept coming back,
like the back of my head.
The constant urge to escape
never left my mind,
but I'm still here,
counting on the stars,
hoping someday they'd make fine lines,
and all my regrets
would fade away with time.
Oh dear regrets,
stop regretting yourselves.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Поэзия"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
