Our lives are full of regret.
because we haven't found happiness yet.
We have our minds set.
It's that person you met.
You sit around and let them haunt.
Creeping up, playing a game like a gun.
The thought pointed at your head.
It invites itself in instead.
A gun point choice.
ignore it, or take the shot?
YOU ARE READING
confused...
Poetrythis is just poems about... life i guess its hard but you have to move through it like everyone else.
