Sometimes regret is a constant.
Regret of not being,
able to erase it.
Regret of finding,
something you cannot have.
Regret of giving away,
your heart to wrong person.
YOU ARE READING
Butterflies 🥀 (poetry)
PoetryThanks for dropping by my readers... -It's my First Book, so yeah first time writing officially. It's basically a collection of small poems. ~ Take good care and make right choices ♥️
