My heart is slain Surrendered beneath the fangs of my thoughts That night I changed There is nothing in this world that remains the same Except we all bleed in time The truth explained Uncertainty, the permanent stain temptation gains It was only for a moment that I did wane All to make me happy
The crack on your looking door You can blame it on me The dream that became a sore You can blame it on me The love you were looking for I'm young and I'm sorry I'M YOUNG and I'M SORRY
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
At the time of this writing, I was feeling very remorseful to a young woman I was in communications with. The poem may sound misleading as if I had been unfaithful but that wasn't what I was trying for. I was not trusting enough when I was speaking with this young woman, and I realized how accusatory my words chosen were. I was uncertain of her honesty, and I lost her favor. I wrote this as an apology.