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I'm Sorry


It was your wish come true

A gift from me to you

The poisoned arrow flies

Falling down it petrifies

 

One minute can't delay

What mine lips must shall say

It never was my wish

Alas, son, I have missed

 

And I have meant to take the chance

But I blew it

And I forgot to take the time

And I'm sorry

 

All of the stakes collide

My lips were cold as ice

As I leaned close to you

My body traveled through

 

Tonight the end is near

I must shall face my fear

The spinning on it goes

The broken records flow

 

And I have meant to take the chance

But I blew it

And I forgot to take the time

And I'm sorry

 

As I fly past the record trees, the shattered pasts, and broken dreams

The music plays so tenderly, ignoring me, the way it ought to

Hide me from you

 

And I have meant to take the chance 

But I blew it

And I forgot to take the time

And I'm sorry

 

Leaving you; the hardest thing

And I'm sorry

 

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I write poetry to express my deep feelings. I can't do such verbally, but paper understands. Poetry is like a code that only some can read, and I find my safety in this. My favorite poets are Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost.

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