there is no color for regret
this fist of hindsight clenched in my stomach
sitting heavy, firm and uneasy
i can't paint over this lingering, wholesome sorrow
splashed in my lamentable eyes
the agony is blind and cannot feel its way out of this dark corridor
the uneasiness is more real than the feeler
repentance is stuck in my teeth and gnaws at my tongue
discomfort catches its fingernails on the chalkboard recesses of the past
regret
regret
the neon open sign flickers and its fumes are toxic
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
there is no color for regret
this fist of hindsight clenched in my stomach
sitting heavy, firm and uneasy
i can't paint over this lingering, wholesome sorrow
splashed in my lamentable eyes
the agony is blind and cannot feel its way out of this dark corridor
the uneasiness is more real than the feeler
repentance is stuck in my teeth and gnaws at my tongue
discomfort catches its fingernails on the chalkboard recesses of the past
regret
regret
the neon open sign flickers and its fumes are toxic
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