Love, Regrets; The end.

Things change, and God don't I know it,
There are many things that I regret,
And those things are things you can't change,
No matter how hard you plead; you'll never be able to forget.

Some things hurt so damn much,
Words can't begin to describe,
And if you can describe it, you haven't yet felt pain,
It's a pain a doctor has no medicine to prescribe.

There's a burn inside me somewhere,
And I can't find out where it is,
There's no place where it begins and where it ends,
So I can't begin to put it out, or my insides start to fizz.

Getting those butterflies, is terrible thing,
But it's something so amazing,
Can feel their wings flapping about, desperately,
As they're trying get out, but their never raising.

Sometimes I get these headaches,
They pain more than anything,
Because they're from thinking, and it's something I can't help,
And there's not a happy place that dreams can bring.

And then there's a feeling before all these come,
And it bubbles inside of you; it's called fear.
It tears you apart because you're afraid to fall,
You don't wanna' be in too deep, but you can feel it near.

These are things that no one can help,
But in the they wish they could,
Because at the end of it all, there's a bigger regret,
And you wish you could have done everything you should.

--AN: First poem in a while..-Sighs-