I used to think it’s best to live without regret
but now I regret ever thinking like this
because I’ll never be able to forget
how I forsook the chance of another kiss.
We’ve both grown up, but I won’t grow out of you
and even if I felt hate for a while
it was because I cared; and I still do,
it would kill me to never see your smile.
I am sorry for things that aren’t our faults
and I wish that it didn’t cause us pain
when we exchanged our verbal assaults
until neither of us had hope to remain.
Now I know the truth, and I no longer hate
but I know that it’s too late to go back
so I am left to lament our ill fate
and to lust over the things that I lack…
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