Regrets Poem, by Brian Mortal, at My poetic side

I-

I knew we would go down to the wire,

Now it’s giving in or let it die.

All these thoughts, hunting me,

memories, on repeat,

All the love has gone to waste.

With my heart, on a wire,

running out of goodbyes,

Burned the bridges all behind.

Regrets are too late-

Memories, on repeat, all the love,

Regrets are too late-

Running out of goodbyes,

Regrets are too late.

Blind and foolish I went all in, I-

How could you only love the fire?

All these thoughts, hunting me

memories, on repeat

All the love has gone to waste

With my heart, on a wire

running out of goodbyes

Burned the bridges all behind

Regrets are too late

Memories, on repeat, all the love

Regrets are too late

Running out of goodbyes, oh oh oh

Regrets are too late

Memories, on repeat, all the love

Regrets are too late

Running out of goodbyes,

I knew we would go down to the wire...

Regrets