The Mistakened Past Poem by Mariam Daoud

The one you are dying to change
Oh how life passes by so fast
Doesn't give you a chance to correct

And oh her eyes
Those mad eyes of stone
Rock hard with anger
And the growing frustration
Scaring me...

Then those eyes
Oh those mad eyes of stone
become sad eyes of tears
softened with sorrow
And now growing grief

And oh her eyes
They tear me with guilt
They tear me with apologies
They tear me with loneliness
But I have hurt her
And I have no chance of changing what I did
And as I try to pick it up
Her broken heart remains scattered on the floor.