Save me in your private folder
And name it regret.
Because I may have been stunning
And I was in your eyes beautiful,
But I still wasn't enough
That you mustn't forget.
So there lies your dilemma ...
That in saying my name
Every pretty part of me comes to mind
Yet the sharpest feeling
Is that of regret.
So save me
And tuck the note away
And learn to forget.
We must be on our way
For life awaits
We cannot waste it over one regret.
YOU ARE READING
Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...
