Regretting
I’m laying on my bed,
looking at the ceiling.
Wondering,
why am I crying?
Crying over again.
Tears just keep falling
and wanting to drown me
in a sea of regrets.
Regrets I’ve made
for I was hesitating
to take the possibilities
that would happen.
They say,
“Risking is better
than regretting.”
It’s true.
For here am I,
extremely regretting
and it is the reason
why I am crying.
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Thoughts, Feelings, and Experiences
PoetryPoems are written because of experiences and imaginations where knowledge and feelings unites. When it hurts, it hurts but it's all right. Feel the pain and let poetry speak for it. 📌Poems can be triggering for some.
