Regret

When the sun went down, 

And the universe was visible.

The thousands of stars witnessed

The darkest room in the city 

Always had a soul awake; 

A lamp flickering, a pen scribbling.

Pages and pages full of words.

Words of what if.

What could have been, and what is.

Words of dreams and reality.

Words that should have been said, 

But weren't, by the not-so-brave.

Words that shouldn't have been said, 

But were, by the short-tempered.

And words that were said and not meant, 

By the mouth that spoke in ego.

In the magic of stardust, 

These words transformed into feelings, 

Falling down as teardrops 

Soaking the insomniac soul, 

In regret of lost opportunities.

~ Suranya