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Regret
I regret what I do
every morning. The night whispered
seduction and there you were.
Open arms and open heart
ready to heal my scars. I regret
what I say every night
after I have said it,
but there I was
lonely and apart
from you.
I regret the way I let you in
those cracks
that day you made me pull over
and tell you what lay buried.
In the middle of the afternoon,
I regret what I am going to do
that night, because I know
fighting you is useless.
I fight the wine, the cigarettes,
the drugs enough, I fight the envy,
suburbia, the city
the cars, the traffic all day.
I fight the war inside my ancestors
struggling to breathe
in a city that drowns
in nostalgia and the past.
I fight the French, the Greeks,
the English,
este tabarnac,
I regret the fights,
the decisions
and still feel like
I made the right choice.
Most of all I regret
never seeing your face
and missing you
by just a few hours.
Everything else is a lie.
Comments:
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*Sigh*
a few deep sighs and it will pass lol
You,re most welcome!
This is great. – Jain
thanks so much Jain, love the way you spell your name, I had to stare at it for a while
Very well done! I also feel regret every day.
thank you so much, feeling it
Dazzling in its powerful simplicity and inspiring wisdom
Thank you so much my friend x
Reblogged this on Christina Strigas .
Life is such a lie and illusion of sort. Keep hanging there and it’s a phase.
blowing kisses thanks x
Hugs n kisses:)