No Regrets Terri Turner Tears of joy, sorrow, and anxiety intermingle To create one new emotion. Its infantile state exuded faint fragrances of The past as well as present. The intoxicating aroma of summer, love, Friendships lost and found, and you. Our experiences vary With everday that passes. Life has placed Us in opposite worlds, yet you are an integral part of Me, and I, you.
Misinterpretations bonding with premature conclusions Only combine to form misunderstandings.
The sting of adolescent utterances have assumed The form of flagrantly painful photographs embossed On your mind s eye. Each childish, supposedly Meaningless word, wounded your fragile soul. The scars are still visible, when I glance into Your eyes. I know that I am responsible for Your pain. I am also aware of the flaws in the human Language, which was conceived by Reason.