Could there be regrets so dominating,
That we would ignore the rain,
In the pouring rain?
Oblivious to the sound,
drizzle that washes our worries?
Our so-called proverbial sins, down to the ground,
Stripping us naked of all the false noise and shine,
And glitter we mask ourselves with?
Could we be so distant,
That being intertwined like rose petals,
We were oblivious to the significance of
Could we be concealed forever?