It's not a big deal to get hurt
After all it's not so smart
To deal with every start
It's just a petty bloody heart.
When dealing with the present
This half-wit dwells in the past
Repenting for the moments passed
Though nothing it can re-cast.
Why does this moron forget
It can access only present
However it longs for the past
And wishes to change some part.
Though possess all the respect
For the vivid emotions it felt
With the wanted or unwanted result
Bringing agony, ecstasy and trust.
©amritsagar
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