Regrets

My heart beats still in your cold, dead hand,
A deep caress I yearn for without hope
Gazing through tears at a tired land
My actions have become my flowered garrote rope.
And still, I weep for you.

Young and innocent you gave your love,
Sweet kisses between two boys in the night
But bitter demons and base faults drove
Unpardonable errors that crushed your fires' light.
And still, I ache for you.

Still, you loved, as though I were still pure,
Though I had given so little but careless pain
Through corrupted acts, an ever-present lure
An innocent affection never hoped to be regained.
And now, I am bleeding.

Powerless, I have found myself alone,
Left with nothing but to weep into the wind
Cold and searing tears of shattered soul
No one to hear the confessions of my sin.
And now, my heart is broken.