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regret
How many faces dos regret have? The quit face of a lie barely whispered. The seductive face of a deception well planned. The longing face of a dream never realized. How many faces?......to many to count. When I look in the mirror I see them all.
If tears could wash away deception,
Then the world would be clean.
If regret could make wrong right,
The rightness of the world could be seen.
But alas wishes cannot make things right
Regret can only unfold
A path that I shall not take again
A future I cannot hold.
Sins that cannot be undone
Follies age and grow
The deathly heartbeat of my lie
Is the punishment I will know
But whom of witch I've sinned against
Evil plans against me now
With wicked pleasure revenge is licking her lips
Two souls she has captured now
After all regret is a lonely companion its hands are cold. Its words are empty whispers what could have been. It taunts me with the foolishness of my lies. So much regret fo my lies that hurt, but the lie I don't regret is th one that allowed me to love.
Oh to live my life one step ahead of myself to know the actions that bring joy, pain, but now regret holds me in its biting jaws. I feel the teeth sinking in, wishing I could restoe my journe fresh the teeth ink deeper an my foolish wishes soon fade.
If tears could wash away deception,
Then the world would be clean.
If regret could make wrong right,
The rightness of the world could be seen.
But alas wishes cannot make things right
Regret can only unfold
A path that I shall not take again
A future I cannot hold.
Sins that cannot be undone
Follies age and grow
The deathly heartbeat of my lie
Is the punishment I will know
But whom of witch I've sinned against
Evil plans against me now
With wicked pleasure revenge is licking her lips
Two souls she has captured now
After all regret is a lonely companion its hands are cold. Its words are empty whispers what could have been. It taunts me with the foolishness of my lies. So much regret fo my lies that hurt, but the lie I don't regret is th one that allowed me to love.
Oh to live my life one step ahead of myself to know the actions that bring joy, pain, but now regret holds me in its biting jaws. I feel the teeth sinking in, wishing I could restoe my journe fresh the teeth ink deeper an my foolish wishes soon fade.
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