Regrets March 16, 2016March 16, 2016Age, Anger, Beneath, Cold, Darkness, Dream, Emotions, Life, Sadness, Time4 Comments All this cheap bourbon Can’t help me forget the blood I just can’t wash off
That time when I thought
that you meant what you’d promised
and how I trusted
That I didn’t know
Promises couldn’t be kept
Because you conflict
But we don’t conflict.
That’s the part that hurts the most.
She and I don’t mesh.
But we don’t conflict.
That’s the part that hurts the most.
She and I don’t mesh.