Regret

 I regret the time I choose throne over a rose,       

 I was a blinkard ,that I couldn't see,                       

  never  thought I would mourn over what I choose.                                                                         

 Still helpless, still I plea.

 If I could get a chance to turn back the time,         

 I would meet my younger self, and guide me to be wise,                                                                            Until  the bell in my mind would chime,      

 Which says you'll never get it twice.

The pretty face and treatment I fell for,       

  Never in my wildest dreams ,I thought that you'd go,                                                                 

    You were like the waves passing in the elegant shore.                                                                               I stood by , and you were at the fore.              

    But, now I've nothing left in our memory to show  

Your silence spoked to me, your dry eyes wept,   

I  wish I could know then, that you'll walk away, 

There wasn't a day that I didn't cried and slept. 

Was unaware that  for choosing thrones, my broken heart would be the cost I'd pay.