Much Hurt with Regret
In the arms of an angel we all grieve,
Never to forget all of the
memories
That are left by the ones we love.
Cherished moments become life
in pain,
Always wondering, did I say enough,
And bleeding from the heart,I
pray.
Weeping darkness covers my eyes,
Blindly answering questions to my
lies
Still looking for tasteful forgiveness.
From the petal of a rose, a
whisper
Speaking of only my impaired thoughts
Telling me that all is well
and understood.
We all live and we all die with regret
Is the whisper that
I hear,and we all love
But never bleed yourself with insanity.
All that I
know is someday my time will come
And when it does I am prepared to
except
But I will never repeat the same failures,
For thier is much hurt
left to the living.
Written by: Vropiro
Copyright: Vropiro