I wish my words were stronger
I wish yours were for me
I wish you’d held on longer
And I wish I’d set you free
But wishes are just poetry
An eloquent regret
And the future is unwritten,
Another past to happen yet
Tags: future, love, pain, pat, poem, poetry, regret, time
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