Monday, April 7, 2014

SORRY.

Sorry. 

Yes that was kind of inconsiderate. 
An act that rather seemed to come of desperate. 
Well I did my worse to make delicate. 
When myself trying to get things straight. 

Sorry. 

This really is never bright. 
And I thought 'What could hurt from spouting the right?' 
Overwhelmed by fright, but tried. 
But to you it's never all right, never a delight. 

Sorry.

Do trust me. I didn't mean to.
For this may come to bother you.
I hate you blue, I hate it true.
Because the prior of me is the happiness of you.

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