My regret is still hopeless.
I can’t read human’s minds.
My regret is still wordless.
I often don’t see the signs.
Sorry for my unreserve,
How could I everything know?
Do you think, that’s what I deserve
- crumple my senses and throw?
I thought, I could be stronger
If I bring you my candid excuse
But I can’t stand firm longer,
I implore, I’m not gained to loose.
I will respect all the decisions
Concerning my feelings of pride.
It’s your world, it’s your vision,
Pardon me, I didn’t want me to hide.
27/12/04
My regret
© Copyright: Лиара, 2004
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