Poetry Blogs (2019, sorry)
Set my heart free of chain
Don't break my heart again
Live your world keep me alone
I regret to be yours at all.
Since we met on that "…." Day
You're still acting the play
How to believe yourself today
since you're hiding your goal.
God helps guilty to regret
But you decided and insist
Only to make mistakes a lot
Now get ready to stop or fall.
Saturday 9th February 2019 11:12 am
Why say I'm sorry
for something in which
you had no part?
Because, shallow as those
two words may seem...
the gesture plays
a pivotal role in
healing a broken heart.
Thursday 17th January 2019 10:59 pm
A shot of water cannot quench the thirst
Of the vast Sahara
A drizzle cannot cease the heat
Of a family home gone up in flames
And 1000 pages of penned out "I'm sorry"
Cannot change the way your eyes look right through me
Friday 11th January 2019 12:07 am
My love, I let you down
I promised I'd be there but started to drown
My love, I was in over my head
Why did we pass ships at night as we climbed into bed
My love, the only love for me
I just want to say sorry, I am so fucking sorry
My love, I see your face everywhere
There's not one other face that could compare
My love, my beautiful friend
Wednesday 3rd October 2018 11:50 am
Sorry buddy for what's gone on
If only you had actually known
How much that I sacrificed for you
And this friendship that I thought was true
I honestly stood by you always
I was the friend that would have stayed
But in the end it was you that betrayed
Me in the most hurtful of ways
We had a history that we kept a mystery
Because it wasn't knowledge that we wanted freed
Why is that a...
Friday 7th September 2018 6:02 pm
Soullessly starring into the air
As her body laid lifeless
All this time the Stifled screams
Shut away to keep them at bay,
Any chance to show remorse
Shut down and accused of lies.
If I could tell you one last thing
I love you would be the words to say,
Now I can't see you again
I see the truth that was buried within
I can't help but blame a part of me
Wednesday 8th February 2017 10:19 am
There is me...lying.
Not lying like you say.
Lying on the floor, lying like I say.
Begging, weeping, asking.
You carnival figure, you.
You war hero, you.
You champion, you.
One leg propped upon my stomach.
Where are your gold stamps, your badges, your medals?
The trophy you stand on is all battered.
You have laid me out on the floor, the doormat
Withholding the welcome sign.
You roll m...
Tuesday 21st April 2015 9:59 pm