Oh, the things that have been done,
Foolish, foolish things,
Set up for heartbreaks and history,
That chills these still coming days,
Hurt and mislead,
Of all sorrowful things.
Still,
Silently regretting,
The blind moments I did as a child.
Why do they not leave me alone.
Please,
For my lesson has been learned.
Oh, the things that have been done,
Checkmate me,
Prison me in the sorrow block of black,
Never to endunture the hopeful white.
Let me make my move...
I will capitalise my life,
As well as the world...
Oh the things that I have done,
I have payed my due,
Now let me live,
In peace... |
Submission Name: Things Done
