Regret

Time passes

like the slow drop of a honey bead

slow touches and butterfly kisses

entrapped in the swirl of emotions

a web woven of silk

I bind myself in.

Golden sunsets and pastel dreams

everything a girl can dream

within reach for real

or a mirage made to steal?

Steal my breath, my lips

take prisoner my heart

cupped in careless hands

and whispered lies

and slowly

I begin to regret.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

November 23/17

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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