When I walk through the russet park On a carpet of dying leafs And come upon a deserted bench Sprinkled with dew drops and rotting at the edges, That’s when I think of you. * When it’s raining on the streets And raindrops die upon the pavement And I splash through muddy pools alongside strangers, … Continue reading You In My Thoughts
I want to write to you, But the right words won’t come to me. It’s a restlessness inside, A burning without smoke, A flood uphill, A strife against the void, This urge to write to you. But words, the right words, won’t come to me. * I must write to you, I feel I must, … Continue reading The Right Words
On your deathbed, it is said, You will regret not the things you did, But those you didn’t do. Not the places you have seen, But those you’ve never traveled to. Not the jobs you’ve held, But those you wished you did. Not the lips you’ve kissed, But those you always wanted to. If this … Continue reading Regrets
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