regret – Smith Shine Poetry

A Beatiful Regret

I could tell by her movement she’d been drinking not drunk, just enough to make a sane man look away. But want was louder than my sense. With every step closer, the smell of cigarettes and french perfume grew stronger. I should’ve run, but the moment was stolen. I knew every touch would later bleed.Continue reading “A Beatiful Regret”

The Letter

With each word I drift away into a new world and a brighter day. With these liberating moments I’m rid of this place. Lost in my thoughts where we are always face to face. In this regretful existence each of your words are a solace. You have me counting days, I’ll have you I promise.Continue reading “The Letter”