Regret is never saying I love you,
always something you meant to do.
Regret is someone passing your way,
never once asking them to stay.
Regret is a friendship that didn't last,
someone you loved in the past.
Regret is not living life to the full,
sorry now heart strings don't pull.
Regret is leaving questions unasked,
all the answers remaining masked.
Regret is keeping your feelings concealed,
your future hopes never revealed.
Regret is not mending things gone wrong,
letting strangers know they belong.
Regret is uttering things you knew untrue,
to your friends who are now so few.
Regret is being unhelpful, always forgets,
regretting having so many regrets.
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