He touched her soul
He touched her deep
Now she is left to weep
He was the depth of her
“Tears of Regret”
Tears like a river
Remembering how she quivered
Falling in tumbler
Regrets, reminiscing
Second guessing
Time passing without noticing
Wasted hours, days and months
Occupied with this pain
Time passing, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but why to weep. god has given us a lot to view, to enjoy to share our pains and pleasures. but i can not stop your heart to express what u have written. after all u accept. nothing will remain.