Posted by: Irene Alga
Date Published: November 20, 2023
Time Published: 2:20 PM
Category: Poetry
Subject: Apology
You don't want to talk to me anymore
It's a straightforward language I couldn't ignore
I knew you wouldn't care at all the things that I bear
Give me a second for a speech I prepared
We were lovers, haters, friends and all genres of movies
It was written in face, mistakes, I have fallen from grace
We were so tragic, I tried to play smart
My hands in my pocket, I tore us apart
You were walking down the pantry, a time that you saw me
Seeing me like a stranger is the ghost and it haunts me
You can make fun of me with all my apologies
I wish saying sorry was always that easy
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