Poetry of the Loathed | 🎶

I am sorry

Is a phrase you’ll hear me say

Whether it be night

Or day

Or the brisk breeze of an Autumn afternoon

Or in the lovely warmth of the flowers in Spring

I am sorry

For all the times I will tell you

I am sorry

Holds a guilt for things most let go

I am sorry

For every glass that broke

Every word I spoke

I am a burden

Carried around to the next

I believe you will leave

No matter what you tell me

I am sorry

For being sculpted this way

For being loud

Or proud

Of anything I create

For letting you love a lie

Even I thought I could believe

I am sorry