Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

But a Memory

I don’t say sorry, regret isn’t real. You make me feel alive I’m not sorry for how I feel. Like boiling water the heat was rising. Intertwined, engrossed, and alive That moment our lips touched, I wouldn’t have thought it was good bye. Now I see you and break apart. Until forever you will be so far. But think of me and smile, save all regrets till your millionth mile. Don’t regret it Let the memory live Don’t say sorry You can’t take what you give.
Request permission to use this poem
l
Written by
lilly-bug
Published
Feb 13, 2011
Lines·Words
19·86
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell lilly-bug how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write