(A heartfelt poem about regret, missed chances, and the lingering ache of lost love. A narrator reflects on the woman he let slip away, her new life without him, and his quiet wish for one last kiss beneath the mistletoe before finally letting go.)
“Boy, Did I Screw Up!”
Sneakily, I watch her; she does not know.
Yet, the love in my heart continued to grow.
She was everything, but she never knew;
That every time I looked at her, I felt just so.
In time she gave me her heart, every single inch.
I didn’t take it; now all I can do is sit and clench…
My fist so hard as I royally screwed up bad.
She is now long gone; I’m deep down sad.
I found out she’s engaged to a delightful man.
That cooks her meals from his own kitchen pan.
He’d better treat her gently, like a queen.
Or I’ll show him to a mean, he’s never seen.
For I will come back if she sheds a tear.
To console her, to let her know I am near.
I will console her, the very best that I can;
Even now, I’ll never again be her man.
For I once hurt her wholesome love for me.
That I am an ornament now, that hangs on her tree.

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