The way you have me running,
Hoping to be something -
To never forget the forbidden touching,
Wanting us to be something.
Never knowing how to feel,
Wishing you'd want something.
Knowing we never made a deal,
But maybe there could be something.
Running out of time,
Running out of feeling,
Running from our crimes,
With the thought of you I'm reeling.
Missing what we had,
Telling myself that it's over,
Knowing there's no way back -
Wishing I had left well alone.
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Author:
TwistedLogic (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem from last year:) For all of you who have ever had situationships, this poem is for you.
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Comments2
Regrets that we all have had. A most interesting write.
Thank you:)
As my tattoo says, "no regerts"
Deliberately.
Sadly we all accumulate regrets over time, nicely expressed and written
Thank youuu
You are very welcome
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