
| What I Regret
Author: Little Dwelling Fire To my friends, I know myself as a deviant, I'm glad you have to put up with my odd behavior all of the time.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 160 - Published: 12-05-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3080343
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My feelings and my mind
Forever be burned
In the toxin of regret
For which I had earned
My gripping heart
Puppets my actions
So I am forever bound
To mythic attractions
So when my fellows and I
Gather and meet
Words perceived wrong
So I look to the street
Where I began to hold
My head down low
Cursed to remember
Cursed to know
You have seen the page
Written and met
Just to remember
When I regret
I had only desired
A new friend
I had been so close
Yet my mind won't mend
So I will say this
For the friends I sought
Ignore my oddity
For years I fought
I feel kinship with you all
I'm glad we have met
And I know you hate me
And that is what I regret
I am the third wheel
I am what I fret
You're hatred over me
But I'm glad we met
I am what I regret
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