Sorry stopped meaning something the last ten times you said it
“I’m Sorry”
You said, yet the meaning wasn’t there
For sorry is just a word to fill a blank space in time
“I’m sorry, I really am”
Yet somehow I know
After I get better again you’ll go back to your ways
Your words pierce me; a knife to my heart
Leaving me empty, hollow
A fragment of a past self
Yearning to start again
Standing in the streets,
The darkness of the city lights
Washes over you.
The joy of the summer fades,
The sorrow of the fall is a current feeling.
The streets were bright and alive, much larger than in previous months. The air, was filled with so much heat you could practically see it.
I want to freeze this moment
so I can save it for as long as I live.
I want to take in everything –
the sounds, smells, view,
the peace.
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