Friday, 17 April 2009

thrown about

Sometimes, sometimes it hurts to be in this position.
To speak of things that should've been left unspoken,
To write things that shouldn't have been written.
Now, now I'm left wanting to forget yet not be forgotten.

It's in the past,
Time flies by fast,
Yet this pain still lasts.

If only I had seen,
If only I had known what could've been,
Maybe then I wouldn't be left regretting.

If only life was a transaction.
I would buy happiness,
I would return sadness,
I would forever make the right decisions.

What's there to regret?
Everything happens for a reason.
I wish, I wish I could forget
as one would each season.


-this is far frm complete, i just threw a bunch of stanzas about and made it into one. ive been a tad bit emotional these days, so yea-