It sits on the tip of your tongue.
Waiting for when you're ready.
Waiting for its time to heal the wounds.
But it cant be said.
Not with all this anger
Not will all this hate
Not with all this regret
Not with all this sorrow
You think its too late.
You think nothing can change what you did,
All the lies you told.
All the crimes you committed.
All the hate you caused.
All the fights you fought.
But you can try
All you have to do is say it
"I'm Sorry"
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
It sits on the tip of your tongue.
Waiting for when you're ready.
Waiting for its time to heal the wounds.
But it cant be said.
Not with all this anger
Not will all this hate
Not with all this regret
Not with all this sorrow
You think its too late.
You think nothing can change what you did,
All the lies you told.
All the crimes you committed.
All the hate you caused.
All the fights you fought.
But you can try
All you have to do is say it
"I'm Sorry"