Showing posts with label backbench scribblings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label backbench scribblings. Show all posts

Sunday, February 27, 2011

To my great regret

What felt so strong was dead and gone
and nothing but the guilt remained;
no more hurt, no more rage
with nothing to prove and nothing to say


The cloudy skies and roaring waves
also sighed in retrospect-
she stood accused for not her faults
she stood tonight in deep regret



Its time for me to go, she said
putting an end to all the pain,
and then she turned and walked away
never to be seen again




They knew there was no turning back

and it was time to let it die;

the dues were payed, the time was served

what could have been was lost that night




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Davy Jones : Lookie here my boys. A lost bird that never learned to fly.
Jack Sparrow : To my great regret...But its never too late to learn.