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Is it better to have regrets, or have none?

I was too busy to notice it came along

Packed on ice and stored away for a more convenient time,

When your thoughts could implant in mine.

Trapped in seasons that never splinter

Now is summer and now is winter

and so the seed has never grown,

Was it your happiness or my own?

You offered the sunshine

That I longed to be mine,

You offered the sweet love

That I was bereft of,

You offered your heart

But I took it apart

For this life that I live

Where I don't need to give

And the things that I feel

Don't have to be real.

There's a lot to be said

For living as dead

So I don't regret the things I've done

But I do regret that I have none