Tears Are Our Regrets Poem by Roxy Gonro

Tears Are Our Regrets



Death doesn't make us cry,
Regret does.
Fot letting someone's life pass us by.
Not getting enough time.
I wish I could fly.
Travel to see you.
I'd meet you up in the sky.
And tell you all the things I wanted too.
Before you passsed away to die.

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