Forgive me, my dearest beloved.
This note of apology that rings true,
Written only for you.
Through this absurd and pointless rambling,
After all, an apology hardly changes anything now, does it?
Still I know how hard this is for you,
As it is for me to witness this.
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I'm sorry that you think,
You couldn't afford to be weak.
That you're compelled to be strong,
Only for me.
But these words I wish I could tell you,
Have unfortunately died on my lips.
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I'm sorry that you're convinced,
You have no one to confide in.
That you believe that you're all alone,
As your heart breaks piece by piece.
It's funny how that one thing you couldn't bear to risk,
Is the one that gives you another reason to live.
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I'm sorry, truly.
I know that it's hard,
I know that things are rough.
But I'm never too far,
Nor am I ever beyond your reach.
For I'm all but just a call away,
Should you need my shoulder to weep.
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I'm with you, my dearest beloved.
No pain shall ever befall you,
So long as I'm around.
You'll always have my support,
Once again standing tall and proud.
Just this once I beg you to believe,
Upon that hidden strength that lies beneath.
YOU ARE READING
Worn Paper Dolls
PoetryIf you want to take a peek into someone's soul, look into their eyes. If you want to catch a glimpse of someone's life, read what they usually write about. - ❇❇❇ - A compilation of poetry written by a high school teenager. ⓒ 2017
