The hug
Too late
Held back
By false pride
One chance was lost
By me
The second
The fate denied
Stony face
I sat
While I melted within
Inside
Eyes welled
But the tears had dried
Regret weighed on my heart
Unseen I cried
#whatdoyousee
#WDYS
A hug too late
Regrets eat at the soul like termites. Avail the chance to say what you want to. Such a touching poem. Thanks for joining in.
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Regrets gnaws the soul hollow
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Yes they do.
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Beautiful. I felt this.
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Thanks. Glad it resonated
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A powerful, emotional poem, well done.
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Thanks. The power lies in being felt. Thanks for feeling the emotion
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You’re welcome.
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heartfelt and so well expressed 🤍🙏
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Thanks a lot. 🙏🙏
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my pleasure 🙏
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So touching poem. Beautiful take.
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Thanks. Glad you read and the feelings resonated 🙏
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💖💖
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So sad, and a reminder that time waits for no one. 💜
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True. Thanks for dropping by. 🙏🙏
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My pleasure. 😀
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The clock ticks irrespective. Every tick is a reminder to live 😊
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