Thursday, July 16, 2015

Sorry.

Took these words to paper,
Wondering if,
I am supposed to,
Apologize?
For the toll,
These hits had taken,
On me...
I wrote a journal,
Handed it out,
For free,
Anyone to read, see,
What is was,
That had turned me,
Into a stranger,
Yet here I am,
Alone once again,
At 1:30 A.M.
Crying my sheets soaking wet,
This cold and empty bed,
Where is the one,
That can,
Dry my tears,
Forgive me for my fears,
See that there might be,
The possibility that time,
Would heal all these wounds of mine?
Or am I,
Supposed to apologize?
For life...?

Sorry, sorry, sorry I am so sorry.




















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