LONG LETTERS OF REGRET

 

LONG LETTERS OF REGRET

 

I will be left with morals I do not except

  Faith washed dead

 When losing children

Pressed down hard enough and you will learn to crawl

 

I asked

As these Vines wrap around my two soles,

Which one will you eat from?

 You nurture such a beautiful wooden heart

Soulless Blood

What an interesting part of our past to save, and sharpen

A knife made of lies

Survive your new yesterday

 

 I always smile before I beg

I am too embarrassed, and ashamed of my life to care

Collecting theories

Long Letters of Regret