Ode to the things I can't control

Hail to time,
a preconceived concept that deals with relative senses to exist.

Fuck my other me for not remembering

Regret to the night the words slipped out of my mouth

Regret every time I doubt it

Go.back.change.it.face.it.now

No, maybe another day

Secrets II

You wake up and sing a song.
Your window shows summer.

I wake up and sing a song.
My window is covered in snow.

You sing my song.
I miss your window.

The song that nobody else knows.

You left me flowers in my window, but I was just dreaming.
I went and knocked on your door, but I did it too many times.

Now my window is empty
Now you don't sing a song

Every morning we wake up in silence.

Secrets

"Why are you so far away- she said
why wont you ever know that I'm in love with you".

sometimes we wonder if it was what we felt it was.
sometimes I wonder if I knew what I was doing.
Of course not!

But sometimes, someone may come and wisper in your ear:
"I never told you, but you know that time, when u said you liked me....well, I was in love with you".

And you just die.