Monday, January 20, 2014

Getting Over Regret


Her hair is long and soft
As it's keenly placed on her porcelain skin
She loves to show her shoulders off
Like inviting me to sin

She has these perfect eyes
That hide when she smiles
So demure, charming and nice
Oozing with cold fires

Her voice is sweet and lovely
Like those of fairies'
She moves just so fine
How I wish she's mine

This girl once kissed me
But that time she wasn't this pretty
Now she became a regret of my yesterday's life
As she is now my best friend's wife

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