I'm Sorry

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How futile it is to love,
The moments fleeting like petals.
Hopelessly attached and attacked,
By the lost of touch and unspoken words you could have said.

Now tears have rain and move,
Below your cheek they all fall.
Why does it hurt to be broken?
Wishing feelings were so easy to get rid.

Yet it lingers, it stays for it was a memory.
Something you regretted yet it was for someone you love.
Though the sacrifice was great, you couldn't hate them,
It was your choice to fell in love.

No matter how much you apologize to say, " I'm sorry ".
Replies of no worries yet you never believed.
Guilt plagued your heart and mind now has condemn.
Why love has come at the wrong timing to finally make his move?

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