Sharp Words and Regret
I hate to hear
that voice of fear
when It rises within me
So I rage and turn
the ice to shards of glass
and cut past all of it
into the bright blinding day.
But in the light,
I never say what I mean to say.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I never know why
when you pluck,
I punch
and when you pinch
I batter through.
Anger was needed,
but I was so mean to you.
I never say what I mean to say
when that black thing has my tongue.
It uses my words-
Im good with words
An boy was I good with you when I ran you through.
I'm sorry
I'm sorry.
I never say what I mean to say.
I love you.
|