I didn't think that regret
Could catch up so well
I had no clue I'd end up-
It never occurred to me
That you'll always see
It hurts to think
That I knew what I was doing
I don't think guilt's a curable illness
And I never knew regret could run so fast
I didn't stop to think:
"How will this end?"
I simply didn't think at all
I don't think it's right
That I did what I did
Yet I'm still here,
Left unpunished
I think I need
Some time off my feet
To let my head go
And read the contents,
But nobody knows where it goes.
YOU ARE READING
confusing syllables (COMPLETE)
Poesiepoetry book no. 1. just another desperate attempt to complete this search.
