A drawer full of heartbreak,
a desk full of tears -
and a half written letter,
that I should've sent to you.
Memories that flooded in,
with the last breath of November -
blew into the house
when the postman came at ten.
Your letter in my hand,
My fears coming true -
with each word that you wrote -
confirming of our plight.
The letter in the garbage,
my heart on the ground,
and all the words I didn't say,
so strong against me now.
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Author:
Victoria Grace (
Offline) - Published: January 21st, 2022 03:21
- Comment from author about the poem: The title of the poem means 'To Regret". The word itself is from the Spanish language.
- Category: Love
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Comments5
Little point in living in regret when life is for living. By all means have regrets but dont let them rule your life.... much happier times can be right around the corner.
That is a wonderful point, thank you very much!
'when the postman came at ten.
Your letter in my hand,
My fears coming true -
with each word that you wrote -
confirming of our plight.'
lovely flow, a credit
to your re-editing process and toil
for your art..
thanks for sharing, really well written
(in my humble opinion)
Thank you so much for your kind words, they really mean a lot.
I'm not regretting saying this is a good write V!
Thank you!
Perfectly penned, such sadness weighed in every line
Thank you.
Arrepentirse y seguir adelante en la vida, me gusto mucho tu poema.
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