12 November 2012
She's up she's down
She smiles then frowns.
Today is left, yesterday was right,
And sometimes she goes to bed lonely at night.
Other days are well cared upon thought.
So confusing, all these choices..regret.
The ones not thought through..regret.
Why she was quick to judge..regret
Why it took until now to makeup her mind...regret
The thoughts still waiting for hope...
She regrets every moment she spoke.
Spinning • Opuss № I