regrets, i got a few
as the song goes
a few might not seem a lot
but their weight is the heaviest burden to belt
carry the carnage
and i have no one to blame but self
the shift in time
from you to self
as the blame goes from left to right
no matter i have cursed you plenty
the curse of regret
only points to my wrong doing
as you innocently stand
retrieving apologies for something i have said

© simon whittle — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad