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So it's starts with a smile and a quick cheeky look at the opposite eyes. Glanced and graced I saw a smile and it bloomed a future. It started with with chat and then a hug and then a kiss to follow.
I regret not making more of an effort with you #regret.
One shot later and I'm with you. Your betrayals brings me shame, Which is why I tell few. Two shots later, and we're joking. Giggling about everything, And some playful poking.
I've messed it all up,. I've lost you for good,. By harsh words,. My tone misunderstood,. I've hurt my best friend,. The one that cares,. And yelled fowl language,. Sent him into despair,.
~~~~I know, it's been so long since I've posted some of this.. But they'll get more regular after this.. I hope.
Opportunities missed. When the opportunity is bliss. And you know you've missed out. When missing is my heart to you. And my mind is being rational. When I'm mental not to have said hello.
Haunted by the bells and whistles, Each sound stinging me, like thistles. Reminders of what happened back then. I wish I had the chance to do it again. If only the situation could have been changed.
And I cried as though I'd never cried before And I saw you go Leaving out the door And it broke my heart In twenty thousand pieces My life torn apart Tranquility it ceases And you knew how much You...
I don't even know what to do....did I make the right choice. I knew you were leaving. Forever, even. But all I did was watch you from afar as I held back the tears in my eyes.
He could taste the blood in his mouth, and he knew that he was hurt. He could not feel below his waist, as he choked on the dust and dirt.
Funny thing about beginnings, You never know when they start, One day everything's normal, Next you have my heart, I thought I learned my lesson from the last time round, But once again I let myself...
So much to do and so much to say... Will tomorow be to late. I never wanted things to end in this way. One mistake after another leads to hate. Feeling moments slipping right past.
If only I'd of said. All those things I thought could be read. If only I'd told you. That I love you too. If only we'd tried. Instead of cried. If only things had been. Different and we'd seen.
I'm not too sure what this is. But could you give it a read and tell me what you think. .... I swear, I never saw it coming. I didn't really see what was right under my nose.
A year or so ago my nan passed away. When she was here we didn't have much to say. I was her first grandchild which didn't seem to mean much. And through the years we didn't really keep in touch.
Next time I see you i'll be stonger, Next time I see you i'll be smarter, Next time I see you i'll be better, Next time I see you i'll be more mature, Next time I see you i'll be living my life...
"What have you done to your hair?!" "Gran, it's just straightened, I swear..." "Where are all your lovely curls?" "They'll be back, Gran, I am a girl..." "When I was a lass we were stuck with what we...
Why dontcha come sit down next to me and feel the heat for a while For a whiskey I'll tell ya what's hidden beneath my smile As a boy I fell into the wrong crowd, thinking it a laugh They made me...
If only things were different now. Seems so long ago that vow. I made to you to always be true. Everything felt brand new. I'm sorry that I let you down. Turning your smile into a frown.
I'm sorry. Really. I am. I know I can't go back and change what I did and what happened. But saying sorry is all I can afford right now. I didn't speak because I didn't know what to say.
Too busy to chat Too busy to call Too busy to wait It should be no trouble at all Don't ever hang up Don't ever be late Don't waste time For something that can wait Remember to say I love...
So I made a huge mistake. Risked everything at stake. Its irritating like a cough. It certainly didn't pay off. I screwed up. I'm only young. Then he called said "sup?". I should have held my tongue.
Your hair's shorter now, thinner too. It once was black as a ravens wing. Now it's peppered with grey. Your face, always so youthful and full of life, now has heavy lines etched into your flaky skin.
As I look back. At what I have done. It becomes obvious to me. What I SHOULD have done. What I SHOULD have said. But as most men. I am weak. Hindsight is a beautiful gift.