In every person I meet,
There is something I desire,
A person to unfold my heart,
A hand to hold,
Lips to whisper love untouched
By the light of day.
And yet I feel so
Completely
And tirelessly alone.
For every person whose kindness sparks my heartstrings,
There is a fire burning at my chest.
And for every admiration,
There is the fear of past regrets.
If only I could rejoice in the sun,
But I have no one.
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Remorse, Regret, and Those Things I Cannot Forget
PoetryThere are monsters inside me which I have let roam free for much too long.
