I am sorry for the pain I've caused
For the wounds that still haven't paused
The hurtful words that I have said
The tears that you have shed
I wish I could take it all back
And make up for the love that I lack
I know that apologies can't change the past
But I hope this one will last
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We say lightning has no wings
when it slides down our houses
We say loss is just a condition
we acquire to bury our pity further
We say the bleeding hands
on the table filled with red wine
imported products and passports
are just reminders of
who we have become
......
NO more of your guests, be they titled or not,
And cookery the first in the nation;
Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit,
Is proof to all other temptation.
I'm tired,
Exhausted of apologizing
To everyone for everything I've done
And sometimes for things that I've not,
For all my stupid decisions and actions,
For doing something that I'm not even guilty of,
But your ego demands my apology,
So here it is...
Forgive me for being myself
Forgive me for prioritizing myself over you
......
I'm sorry for the hurt I caused,
The pain that lingers, the wounds still raw.
I wish I could turn back time,
And make things right, fix what's not fine.
I know I hurt you, I caused you pain,
And I regret it all, again and again.
My words and actions were thoughtless, I know,
And I am sorry, more than I can show.
......
The one who drives me crazy
Yet still makes me feel safe
Although I scream and snap at you
You still put up with me.
It's an honor to be your girlfriend
Anybody else would agree
You're so much greener than a flag
And your generosity never ends.
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The Facade
Journeys riddled with incessant pain
Yet the scars never show
brought to my knees in agony
Yet they remain unscraped
Maybe there is no pain
This was a waste
......
With apology to T.S. Eliot
I arrived where I longed for
nothing new did I see
it seemed such a waste of time
I scored no victory-
my steps I retraced immediately
to turn back to the beginning
it was no longer there:
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The grass, not greener on the distant side, yet it gleams,
The hare treads, nibbles, undisturbed it seems,
Why do his steps not leave their mark?
Untrampled, untouched, in this tranquil park,
It accepts, it embraces, it quietly endures,
The hare's presence, its essence, it secures.
Here where I reside, the grass bears the weight,
I'm the hare, whose fate's a different state,
They hide and shield, no signs of disdain,
......
I'm sorry for the hurt I caused,
The pain that lingers, the wounds still raw.
I wish I could turn back time,
And make things right, fix what's not fine.
I know I hurt you, I caused you pain,
And I regret it all, again and again.
My words and actions were thoughtless, I know,
And I am sorry, more than I can show.
......