It pounds purple with the royalty of sitting back and letting the world go round.

I look back and see my fears when I close my eyes at the chances I had never found.

I could taste the words on the tip of my tongue but I never let them free.

The words in my head shattered dreams at the thought of rejection’s agony.

I felt my heart beating through my bones and my stomach performing a dance

Just a brief scent of the life I could lead had I taken a risk, such a chance.

Regret pours through years as guilt and greed at the though of what could have been real

for time knows no bounds and I still walk alone in a lonely attempt to ever feel.