30 October 2012
I wish I could take it back, The words dripped from my tongue, Those putrid things I threw at you, With spite and hurt I slung.
A pang of pain inside of me, The smell of my regret, A mould I shaped unwillingly, I left too long; it's set.
Wishing I could take it back, Erase what I had said, Take back every single tear, I know since then you've shed.
But life does not have a 'rewind', What's done is done, and done, I can't erase the awful feeling, That I have jumped the gun.
Regret. • Opuss № I