Shedding Regret

I found this poem at last tucked in one of my journal entries...I guess it was supposed to be a song, but I can no longer remember the tune...ah well... it was written a few years ago and it kept repeating in my head. So here it eeeessssss...... :-P Jan. 4, 2008

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I cry for help there's no reply
I know that I'm alone once more
I hope, I wait, I pray, I cry
kneeling to the bloodstained floor

The blood I shed for your dark fate
Is nothing that can be repaid
For the love you gave so true...so pure
That now seems nothing anymore

I long to hear your steady breathing
My head pressed against your chest
To hear your heart slowly beating
Never hesitating to rest

(those days are gone...)


The blood I shed for your dark fate
Is nothing that can be repaid
For the love you gave so true...so pure
That now seems nothing anymore

Now I wait in this dark room
Hoping you will come to free me
Hearing whispers in the gloom
Cold breath brushing right behind me

(can it be you?)

The tears I shed for your dark fate
Is nothing that can be repaid 
For the love you gave so true...so pure
That now seems nothing anymore
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Esquire Avatar
April 18, 2013 at 3:09 PM
Dear Laura, This definitely could be set to music, in several different medias(Country Western, Soft Rock, and Oldies.) A Marvelous Dedication to a LOVED One.Superb Quill. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR (Loyal) Liege...HG
Anish Avatar
January 3, 2012 at 3:26 PM
This could be a love song. My late father used to set my poetry to music. Peace & Love Matthew Anish
Kearley Avatar
December 26, 2011 at 6:49 PM
I like it! It could def be a song I think :o)
Carlson Avatar
December 26, 2011 at 4:53 PM
I DIGGITY DIGGITY DIGGITY THIS LYRICAL MASTERPIECE GET SOME MUSICAL FLOW BEHIND THIS AND IT COULD VERY WELL POSSIBLY BE MY JAM! YES I AM YELLING THIS! - Kyle
Breidenthal Avatar
December 26, 2011 at 5:05 PM
Hahahahah! Thanks! I seriously love you, Kyle!
Johnson Avatar
December 26, 2011 at 4:21 PM
the past repays unbridled thought, and yet we want them near, old passion no longer even bought, but memories sure can cheer. sometimes:(
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