Regrets
Some years ago I wrote a letter,
this special letter I never sent,
if I had things would be better,
my heart belonged to the recipient ,
some years ago I sang a song,
this song I only sang to myself,
now I know this was just wrong,
I didn't choose love over wealth,
some years ago a poem I wrote,
this poem of love and affection,
much to shy to show or promote,
now live a life without direction,
years ago I found love so true,
love that would never bloom,
my feelings not shown to you,
though my heart had lots of room,
regrets are all I have now,
because my fears would not allow.
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