wasted time,
whenever I spend an ounce,
of myself—lesser than a dime,
my time, lesser than a hand count,
of myself with you,
a wasted time indeed,
and these regrets bleed,
lifelessly—out and about,
endlessly, these regrets,
will always lash out unto me,
unto me, they send threats,
my regrets begged to be set free,
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 2:34 PM UTC
wasted time,
whenever I spend an ounce,
of myself—lesser than a dime,
my time, lesser than a hand count,
of myself with you,
a wasted time indeed,
and these regrets bleed,
lifelessly—out and about,
endlessly, these regrets,
will always lash out unto me,
unto me, they send threats,
my regrets begged to be set free,
in a perspective of backburner - niki but it hurts more when self-worth is being deducted.
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