Regrets i have many,
Successes, well few;
But not half as many memories, taste sweeter without you,
Though with time we lost our taste,
With wear we lost our use,
Why be bitter over better times,
Our Memories misused,
With life we grew resetnful,
But with age our mind renews,
In the end, except it perfect, we all are set to lose,
Loss is the price we pay for love,
Love, the only promise of our gods,
And though
We are hurt so many times,
along the paths we take;
Still, falling in love with you
was my most beautiful mistake;
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Strange Conversations
Poetrytouching on different thoughts and feelings that life evokes, afew strange conversations you have with a stranger that help past the time, generally all the mundane momemnts that make up our lives all compilled into this little poetry collectiom whi...
