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[Pigler]

Wrote this in about 20 minutes and it came out better than I expected... No title for it.

It feels like a while back
that I didn't even know her name
yet the burden stacks and stacks
and I still feel all the same

I own the regret and hope
however, without the joy
now I'm on sorrow's scope
and it's using me like a toy

Back and forth, left and right
that's how it feels
every morning, every night
my mind obediently kneels

Kneels to whom, you wonder?
To the pesty little peck
that scares me and makes me ponder
from knee, to chest, to neck

The pesty thing, it's called regret
and it holds me in its clutch
not letting me let go, forget
I hardly feel like much

I say with a word sincere
and an utmost lonely mind
I imagine she's right here
and my sorrows this night unwind