I apologize for bein me at times, causing your emotions to drain, committing relationship crimes, and causing you pain.
I have turned your sunny days, into gloomy skies, and I wish that was just a phrase, but I have lied, made you cry and for that I apologize.
Too long I've made you wait, to become the man you deserve, should have already met him before stepping up to the plate, but my own mind gets on my nerve.
The cliche states that it's mind over matter, which for a child is a great start, preparing them for the inevitable shatter, of dealing with a broken heart.
I gather the pieces off the ground, and put them in their place, not realizing what could have been taken.
Understanding what has been found, the genuine smile to grace my face, HE whispered Jonathan you're still an angel in the makin.