A string of regrets and a plethora of apologies lie in my heart
Words get stuck in my throat but desperate eyes beg for forgiveness
I'm the stain of disappointment on the canvas of your perfect life
So I try to veil the blotch by painting over it with remorseful strokes
But I only manage to soil it more when my body quivers with tears of desolation
Because I am the stain you cannot conceal and I am the regret you cannot rid of
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From Within
PoetrySometimes some thoughts keep bugging me or when life gets too much for me, writing is my relief. All the thoughts or emotions that try to consume me ; I write them and as my fingers dance over the keyboard I find peace. These writings are a glimpse...
