by Dep

The seconds of eternity tick past
Changing into minutes, hours
Days, weeks, months
And finally years

We leave so much undone
In our lifetime
Regrets of actions, of words
Of not doing anything at all

Now I'm on a brink
No one can help me now
My own choices I must make
The consequences, I must accept

To tell or not to tell
This woman how I feel
What would be her answer
What does she really feel

I lie staring at the wall
Yet not seeing it at all
Is this my fate, to always feel
Yet never partake of love at all

We leave so much undone
I must tell her soon
For if I never say I love you
How can I expect her to?

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