pollyandcracker

What's dead is dead. I don't want to bring any of it back. I don't want to relive moments in time that I knew then What I know now, that it wasn't worth it, not in the slightest. Moments, often aging to regrets over time, But those kinds of regrets, that don't eat away at you, The ones that showed you that wasn't your cup of tea, in all reality. No matter how much you thought you wanted it. Sometimes you don't know what something really is, until its over. And nothing can be undone. But I just want to say that it Meant nothing then and it still means nothing. Dead and gone. Ruins in the sky. Nothing left but a life that No one seem