Points of life I couldn't decide.
So thus the heart remains in hide.
Things wished to be made.
Things wished that shouldn't be trade.
Crimes and sins I have done.
Felt like sticks and stones will break my bones.
The burden of thy guilt.
Plague the heart, it builds.
So it remains,
Inside it stays and domains.
Regrets of life,
With words made of knife.
Cuts deep within the flesh.
Ties up your soul in a leash.
Consciousness in thy mind it rings,
With tears of rain it brings.
Mistakes that shouldn't be done.
Learn from it but the memory remains never begone.
In the deep corners of one's self.
It lingers killing the victim by itself.
Turning back time is impossible,
Yet acceptance is possible,
But here lies,
Regrets of life where everyone fails, everyone tries.
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Sweet Poems for Me and You...
PoetryThese are my compilations of poems I have made about what I'm feeling in past days... May it be long or short, Will you be my escort? Through a series of love and desires? A dream that will never tire. A special set of poems for you my readers!
