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You guessed it, more poetry. I like writing poetry cuz it helps me say stuff I can't say to people's faces.
How could I regret it?
The time I've spent with you,
The love I've given you,
The tears I've shed for you,
The pain I've endured for you.
There've been many a time,
When my heart has ached for you.
Hurting more than any physical pain,
One could ever on me inflict.
Yet never has the thought
Even touched my mind
That you were a mistake,
A lapse in my judgement, a fluke.
True, my pillows are full of tears,
Many of them shed for you,
And my heart has scars a plenty,
From wounds that you have caused.
But never have I ever thought
It was a mistake to have found you,
To have met you..
To have loved you...
Before you my life was merely led,
By lines people drew around me.
I was told to do, and so I did.
That was my existance.
I had no purpose,
No reason to exist.
But, afraid to die, I took each day,
As it came, without complaint.
Then you appeared, and suddenly,
Life was blessed, sacred, happy.
I got up each morning, a smile on my face,
The promise to see you enough to move me on.
I'd give everything I have for you,
Twice if I could.
To be able to hold you in my arms forever,
Would be more than enough for me.
No I don't regret meeting you,
Nor do I regret loving you.
Throughout our time together,
I never have, and never will.
"I love you", is all I've left to say.
I mean every word of it, it's true.
Gladly repeated endlessly,
"I love you", "I love you", "I love you".
I've never been more sure,
Of anything before.
But one question remains hidden inside my heart,
Do you regret loving me..?
 bunnyfan194 · Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 08:27am · 1 Comments |
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