I'm sorry
I say these words,
but, their meaning
is dead
but please
try and dig the meaning
up from it's grave
because sorry is painted on my lips
and burned into my tongue
The way your eyes hold the ache
deep within your soul,
it's burned into my mind
and my chest is caving in
My mind is going numb
and the only thing to say
the only thing to do
is to tell you
that I am sorry
2017
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the void in my headspace | poetry by Sydney Calhoon
PoetryA collection of poems from the depths of my soul, bearing to you the darkest, most vulnerable parts of myself. Handle with care.
