Regret

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Title: Regret
By: JJ Persis


Who prefers to sleep inan empty bed?
Wake up alone everymorning with nightmares in their head?

What I want is your soulwrapped around me every night and day.
I yearn to feel yourlips kissing my eyes after every prayer.

Honestly, I regret everbegging you to stay, asking you to possibly change your way.
If only I had let youwalk away, not allowed you to see my soul turn gray.

Now I live with a manyregrets, bigger than those of the devil below.
My heart regrets evermeeting you, and most of all responding to your hello.

The worst thing I cando now is lie to myself.
Continue to plead forpeace when I don’t even know how to forgive myself.

There is no use intrying to hide what I am feeling.
You can see vividly throughmy chest, and witness my hearts’ bleeding.

When you walked out mydoor, I hated you for being so strong.
I waited for you toturn back, and admit that you were wrong.

The wind blew you awaylike a dead leaf in the cold winter air.
You flew away so far, Iam debating whether you ever really cared?


Copyright © 2012 JJ Persis. All Rights Reserved.

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