Regrets
I have my regrets
I have lied,
And I continue.
Your life is perfect,
Isn’t it?
Problems never cease,
To surface.
Yours vanish,
Into thin air.
I say my words,
In anger,
Without thinking.
Yours,
With caution,
And delicate traces.
Why me?
And then,
Why you?
Do you have regrets, no.
Have you lied,
To anyone, but me?
You’ve never even seen,
Real drama.
If I made a list of regrets
Of lies, and problems,
And secrets.
It would mean death.
Killing us
So, there’s nothing to say,
But sorry.
I’m sorry my life
Hasn’t been traumatized enough.
While you survive,
Burden less.
I’m sorry,
You don’t even pay attention, anymore.
I’m sorry,
I’ve lied.
I’m sorry,
I’ve made mistakes.
I’m sorry,
Everybody.
But my mistakes stay,
And so,
I do have regrets,
Lies, and problems,
And secrets.
I’m not perfect.
Neither are you.
In fact this is life.
All of this,
Comes with it.
Goodbye,
you.
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Hiding In the Rain
PoesíaHere is the truth written in fantasy, and by that it's really secrets of mine, and maybe people's I'm not supposed to know, written between the lines. So really this whole thing is about "Hiding In the Rain" as I put it. "Hide with me, You already...
