Regrets Only - The Long Lost

All your days become daydreams

Burnt and hiding from sunbeams

Ailing upstairs in your room

Growing pale as the moon

You won’t draw your curtains back

All your mirrors draped in black

And your clothes become threadbare

But you patch them up with care

Sew your heart upon your sleeve

Permanently you’re bereathed

You’re in mourning for your youth

All the things you didn’t do

Of all the sad words of time

Poor of hand

Saddest are these

It might have been’s

Writing to a long lost friend

Letters that you’ll never send

It’s too late now to repent

All that’s left is to lamnt

Wallowing in cowardice

Melancholy thoughts persist

Laundry list of things you’v missed

It’s no fun to reminisce

Hang your head in sheer disgrace

As the tears roll down your face

Seems you’ll always rue the day

That you put your dreams away

Once the sun begins to set

It gets harder to forget

All the things that you regret

Pacing to and fro you fret

You’re sleepwalking side unseen

Locked inside a waking dream

All your days and nights you mourn

You’ll be forever forlorn

Of all the sad words of time

Poor of hand

Saddest are these

It might have been’s