May 16, 2009

What a sick, twisted mind I have…

I regret not telling you I loved you.
I regret pushing it.
I regret calling you a jerk.
I regret the fighting.
I regret what a sick, twisted mind I have.
I regret not accepting you.
I regret embarrassing you.
I regret the things I cannot say.
I regret all these regrets.
I’ll never, ever regret you.

Submitted by: AN

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