Regrets, I have so many.
I wish I'd told you how I really felt,
shared the feelings, and how deeply they dwellt.
In my heart, how much it burned,
to look into those eyes, oh how it yearned.
The quick, girlish, laugh, always so quick,
stung by its innocence, to my heart did it stick.
But seemingly now, all those things are gone,
the beautiful moments are all that live on.
I'll never forget Chicago, my dear,
never to find another - my deep, darkest fear.
For everyone, there's another one, it's said,
But the loss of my one - gives me lasting dread.
I must go on alone, without that sweet girl,
leaving everything gray, in such a muted lonely world.
On the shores of Lake Michigan, where you're found now,
Like the waves rolling inward, I'll find a way...Somehow.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
Regrets, I have so many.
I wish I'd told you how I really felt,
shared the feelings, and how deeply they dwellt.
In my heart, how much it burned,
to look into those eyes, oh how it yearned.
The quick, girlish, laugh, always so quick,
stung by its innocence, to my heart did it stick.
But seemingly now, all those things are gone,
the beautiful moments are all that live on.
I'll never forget Chicago, my dear,
never to find another - my deep, darkest fear.
For everyone, there's another one, it's said,
But the loss of my one - gives me lasting dread.
I must go on alone, without that sweet girl,
leaving everything gray, in such a muted lonely world.
On the shores of Lake Michigan, where you're found now,
Like the waves rolling inward, I'll find a way...Somehow.
Due to a particular patch of retrospection about the sweetest girl. The spots are true, the feelings are real.
I hope my catharsis doesn't trouble you much. Thank you for reading.