*forget regret...or life is yours to miss*
I wrote this poem awhile back, but I finally decided to type it up...
*This ugly little thing*
Seeping through the snow
My body completely covered with memories
Of ugly little things that need to be destroyed
Love was the only word we used
But did we think maybe a better word may have been death?
Since the day I came to be
My brain has been gutted
My heart has been dragged
My body swelling
With memories of what should be
Seeping through the desert
My body completely covered with regret
Of ugly little things that are somehow always resurfaced
Pain was all that is left of us
Yet did we think maybe a better word may have been sorrow?
Since the day we closed the door
My brain has been smashed
My heart has been shattered
My body aching
With thoughts of what will never be
Seeping through the quicksand
My body completely covered with scars
Of ugly little things that tore open my heart
Obsession was what many would call it
Yet did we think maybe a better world may have been lust?
Since the day we went our separate ways
My brain has been bruised
My heart has been pacing
My body has been relieved
With questions of what should never have happened
Cold snow, blazing desert, sticky quicksand
Every place leaves an imprint in my soul
Of memories, regret, and questions
Of what should be, will never be, and never should have happened
*This ugly little thing*
Seeping through the snow
My body completely covered with memories
Of ugly little things that need to be destroyed
Love was the only word we used
But did we think maybe a better word may have been death?
Since the day I came to be
My brain has been gutted
My heart has been dragged
My body swelling
With memories of what should be
Seeping through the desert
My body completely covered with regret
Of ugly little things that are somehow always resurfaced
Pain was all that is left of us
Yet did we think maybe a better word may have been sorrow?
Since the day we closed the door
My brain has been smashed
My heart has been shattered
My body aching
With thoughts of what will never be
Seeping through the quicksand
My body completely covered with scars
Of ugly little things that tore open my heart
Obsession was what many would call it
Yet did we think maybe a better world may have been lust?
Since the day we went our separate ways
My brain has been bruised
My heart has been pacing
My body has been relieved
With questions of what should never have happened
Cold snow, blazing desert, sticky quicksand
Every place leaves an imprint in my soul
Of memories, regret, and questions
Of what should be, will never be, and never should have happened