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
i still search for you in the places i go
hoping to see you; a familiar face once again.
today i walked through the halls expecting to meet you, where you forever stood— but the man i saw wasn’t you;
my final fate– here i stand as the anticipation builds.
all i ever spent my life waiting for
stands still here– emotionless
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
he barks at anyone that nears,
snarling teeth that glow shiny in the afternoon light.
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
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