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"
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 12:00 AM UTC
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"
