I regret not looking directly in your eyes
and telling you
how much I love you.
I regret not holding your hands
when we were at the bus stop
standing under the rain
under the same umbrella.
I regret not saying 'I do'
when you were right in front of me;
smiling and waiting for me
to become your wife.
I regret it all.
I really do.
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Forsaking My End
PoetryWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
