Regretfully, There Are No Regrets

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I can see my reflection in your eyes as I taste your lips. 

I'm taking it all in through my senses.  

I can savor a mouthful of regrets. 

Yours, not mine...  

But what's yours is mine, and what's mine, is really just mine.  

So we share regrets, as I try to hold on, and fight for what's left of my sanity.  

You led us here, but I blindly followed.  

Pursued you, but you were to blind to follow.  

You don't follow, but you follow.  

You don't trust me, but all my cards are facing up. 

In the present, right before your presence, something tells me .....

Your regret is not regretting being here tonight,  

 

Walls

Some people build walls to protect themselves from others.

Some people build walls to filter out who they let in and who they don't.  

I've built a wall...

It encircles the greatest parts of my being.  

It guards, protects, and shelters all the major components that make me, me. 

It's high enough to keep out intruders.

It's low enough to be climbed if there is will. 

If there is ambition, strength, desire, and willpower you can climb my wall.

Climb my wall and experience all the greatness I have to offer... with no boundaries