those days. #poetry

I wish someone told me
those days were the ones
that would live forever
and turn into regret

All the choices I made
would have been different
if only I had known
they would haunt me ‘til death

I would have been myself
never someone else
looking for my own path
not pretending instead

Surely I’d have told you
you were meant for me
I would be with you now
a love beyond my dreams

I wish someone told me
because now I know
those days were the best
that I will never have

 

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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18 Responses to those days. #poetry

  1. So relatable. I wonder how many of us feel this way, at least to extent?

    Liked by 1 person

  2. This is fantastic…but kinda makes my heart ache.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Meg says:

    Ah you know I relate! Good to see you writing again!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. mydangblog says:

    Yep–hindsight is 20/20, but you’ve expressed that so eloquently here!

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