REGRETS
June 16, 2009There I was, quietly sitting like a phantom
With a soul entrapped in a niche of lamentations
Yearning for the damp air to smother me
And the blackness to veil my existence
I was deeply marred by the circumstances,
Hurt by my own foolish ironies
Like h0w a jackal snarls at his unwilling master,
As how a sword slashes his coward fighter
I should’ve done something to keep you here beside me
Should’ve seen the hurtful fact,
That I’m not the only man in this world meant for you
You could have been mine,
and I could have been yours..
But I was fooled by my own fears and gutlessness
And instead of seeing us together in the future,
I ended up counting some mournful numbers
Swallowing bitterly my own regrets ,
for a girl I could have fought for..


