None.

Blown

Blown apart, torn apart, no way to put it back.

What you like, what you liked, and what you still like.

Gone, like the morning wind, gone like the sunset.

A moment’s mistake, a lifetime of regret.

Blown apart, torn apart, no way to get it back.

That moment’s gone, all that left is despair.

That moment’sgone, all that left is sadness.

That moment has left a eternity of guilt.

Blown Apart, torn apart, no way to go back.

If you wish to go back, your wish is of no hope.

If you wish to reverse, just trot foward, don’t look back,

all you will find is a past of unforgiveness.

Blown Apart, torn apart, no way to turn

Don’t look back, don’t look back

Walk foward, head held high, conquer the world

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  • Zizheng on Jan 17, 2010

    very good poem. makes me reflect on things.

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