©️ Eniyans Poetry ✨️
The Colour of Regret
The colour of regret
Isn't in blue or red,
But in shades of experience, and
What-could-have-been.
For every opportunity not seized,
The colour of regret paints deeper.
For every connection not held,
The colour of regret paints heavier.
The colour of regret
Waits behind a million reasons
So that when it holds the brush,
It bleeds of memories unspoken,
Dreams half-formed,
And goodbyes that never found words.
It’s the hue that hides in the dusk,
Between the light of what was
And the dark of what remains.
The colour of regret
Isn’t seen by the eyes alone —
It’s felt by the soul,
Each shade whispering:
“If only… if only…”
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
©️ Eniyans Poetry ✨️
The Colour of Regret
The colour of regret
Isn't in blue or red,
But in shades of experience, and
What-could-have-been.
For every opportunity not seized,
The colour of regret paints deeper.
For every connection not held,
The colour of regret paints heavier.
The colour of regret
Waits behind a million reasons
So that when it holds the brush,
It bleeds of memories unspoken,
Dreams half-formed,
And goodbyes that never found words.
It’s the hue that hides in the dusk,
Between the light of what was
And the dark of what remains.
The colour of regret
Isn’t seen by the eyes alone —
It’s felt by the soul,
Each shade whispering:
“If only… if only…”