Dear Regret,
I'm afraid this letter,
is more or less a "Dear John."
I'm sick of hanging around,
crying buckets over what is gone.
I know you would like me,
to spend hours looking back,
at the things that could have been,
and bemoan the things I lack.
I know you're keen to review,
each and every mistake I made,
me I'd rather walk away from it,
and just call a ***** a *****
I'd rather take on my tomorrows,
not bother to regret my past,
walk into sunshine in the future,
and leave you behind, at last.
(c) 16th November 2010
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 7:50 PM UTC
Dear Regret,
I'm afraid this letter,
is more or less a "Dear John."
I'm sick of hanging around,
crying buckets over what is gone.
I know you would like me,
to spend hours looking back,
at the things that could have been,
and bemoan the things I lack.
I know you're keen to review,
each and every mistake I made,
me I'd rather walk away from it,
and just call a ***** a *****
I'd rather take on my tomorrows,
not bother to regret my past,
walk into sunshine in the future,
and leave you behind, at last.
(c) 16th November 2010