Madness, Mayhem, Misery, We all endure these trials three. Cheat me once, and once again, No borrowed prose will make amends.
By Corbin Averett5 years ago in Poets
People say "have no regrets" But, then, how can you not, When you look at all your debts And the battles that you fought.
A second's short, an hour - long, We all charge through as days drag on. Each breath we take, a choice we make; Which paths to walk, and which forsake.
