Sleeping alone, oh how I sigh,
Fondling the unknown bet,
The tender feeling still nigh,
Then came home, dear Regret.
Will the beckoning be heard?
Will I even be let?
Tightly holding on,
My dear little Regret.
Onwards the morrow,
Marching I fret,
Hanging by my side,
Dear, dear Regret.
Looking downwards the road,
Only solution I met,
Freedom amongst the sky,
So long, Regret.
YOU ARE READING
when did I last smile?
PoetryI long for you. Yet your gaze lingers on another's. Poetry, short stories etc. All owned by my sad sad heart.
