Tania

Dreamed of you last night

Wiping the tears of regaret and sorrow

And it seemed to me that I lived on memories

So in a way, I was made for the part

That regret is the shrivelling of the sourl

And guilt is for fools

And life is a series of lessons

That either you learn or you don't

And your image has finally been erased

from my mind

And the futility has struck me like

A hammer to a nail

That you are just a forgotten discard

Of what will never be

And my dreams have died

For a little while anyway...

And self-respect has come to replace self-pity

And I have taken back my heart

And dream of nothing new.

Tania

Farror

Ahh, regret, now thats a theme lots of poets work with, This would be a very enjoyable read if you read through it even with a quick glance before posting it. (no offense or anything) The two errors that seemed to really jump out at me were "regaret" (second line) and "sourl" (fifth line) But still, I enjoy your writing style and with just a bit of editing, your work would be fantastic, as it is, I think this rates 8/10. (I wish I could do the thing you can do on lit.org)

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Tania

Thanks for that. I should have checked my spelling. Thanks for the positive comments.
Tania