Regret?
Since my slave (Van) is bugging for an update and I don't have any inspirations to write poems lately, I shall post an old one up. This poem is a self-prophecy I wrote in Semester 2 last year. Two thirds of the prophecy came true, we'll see if it will hold true in the future...
Regret?
Darkness spent,
I see her eyes
Searching my soul
Deception and lies
Love me?
Me.
Lost chasing Prometheus’ err
Hate relent,
I see her tears
Taunting my sins
Flaunting my fears
Love her?
Her?
The only constant in this world
Love ends,
I see her heart
Bleeding, sobbing, pleading
Searching for what used to be
Love?
Aye, sweet love.
Is what use to be but cannot be