Aren’t You Sorry We Met

Regret you have to allow & let the pain set.
Just because toward me you smile.
Don't mean our time is worth while.
Your problems you pile.
I can't fix them their yours to store & file.
The aisle stretched for miles.
Safe from any & all harm.
In the spring I got a bee sting.
Your chance for any romance to enhance
expired any & all desire.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved

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