I live my life without regrets, except for one.

I should have kissed you.
I should have found the nerve to walk towards you.
But that four feet of a distance seemed to be a thousand
miles.

I live my life without regrets, but I should have held you.

I should have ran my fingers on your neck and shoulders,
down to your back and move forward slowly but surely and
taste your lips.

But I was frozen,
Petrified, god only knows from what or why.

I use to live without regrets, until I've met you.