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Oct 2010
Please allow me to apologize a million times.
I will admit to have done those crimes.
Through worse and better times.
With lust and loneliness aligned,
both crammed into the mind.
Had felt the acid come up inside.
The deepest wish was only to hide,
with the feel of tears all dried,
the soul had almost died.

But you know, I haven't lied.
I have done my best, I've tried,
to keep the truth alive.

Forgive me for my past,
This, is all I ask.
These truths are hard to grasp,
but they'll make our love last.
And time,
time will heal us fast.
Written by
Elisabeth Wieczorek
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