Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2014
I feel the words on my lips,
I'm sorry.
Feel the streaks of wetness down my face,
right after those first tears roll down.
No moment so pure in confusion.
Unsure of what words to say,
the "I'm sorry" becoming over used,
becoming normal.
Casual.
A Sickening Love
Written by
A Sickening Love
358
       Thunderstorm, ryn, WickedHope and Awesome Annie
Please log in to view and add comments on poems