I'm sorry He said I'd never say I've said it before Just like I'll say it once more For the reason I lost my way
What's beyond my control Is beyond my control I will not apologize for it I'll say my piece about the sun and the stars But you're the one who listens to it
I've never met another who twists what I say In such a way to where I brag about my faults Maybe the girl is all too aware of her weaknesses Is it a fault to admit, accept, and embrace Those things beyond her control?
Some things need not apologizing for
The poet took what he saw And exposed it in a certain light Opinions made, I bet this doesn't change a thing Just affirmation about everything he previously thought
The light was beautiful Cynical, and a sight some might say A tad judgmental, a bit unforgiving I'm sure the poet would never apologize For contemplating something beyond his control
the first poem ever written about me, thought i'd share *Also a response to "The Girl With Freckles"