Regret

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As every hour and every day
Keeps clickin and tickin...
One more we add
In blacks and whites
And more than fifty shades of grey.
Life's so short,
As they all say.
But to make it long,
Why should we pay?
In rolls of hearts
Broken into songs,
Or
In quarters of minds
Flayed in by thoughts?

As every hour and every day
Sails past far from bay...
We shovel it deep
An inch farther and farther
And water it down
As the sun goes south
From the oceans of eyes
To the curves of my mouth.

Another one burried.
Another one sowed.
And out it blossoms
All in red,
Another brand new regret.
So one more I add
In this hour and in this day
Coz, even if it's sour,
Is life really life,
Without regrets that make you pay?

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