Falsely accused by an angered heart...
Resumes the hate that tears us apart!
Words so heated from one's own spite...
Aches the tendered heart, so wronged, not right!
The kissed on band-aid for my pain...
Removed my foot fro' my mouth's wronged as plain!
An apology always escapes my lips...
Like a bad tasting wine, that sours all sips!
When can i not guiltily say? ...
My love, i'm sorry, for a many painful day!
Sorrows and mishaps increase my ire...
You are my queen, I not your Sire!
2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale
MIKE...NICE CRISPLY DEFINE WORK HERE...GREAT K.O. CLOSE...IO... ''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
Sometimes it's difficult not to say or do the wrong thing...have suffered from this myself...well written...thanks...Fi
I enjoyed this as it is so 'normal'.. We all suffer this from time to time, to recover from it is another issue.. Your flow was very good, and to the point, it certainly takes any of us to a place where 'been there done that' routine.... Very well captured and enjoyed reading this... Bonnie
Ah! All too often have I suffered the 'foot in mouth' disease...but aint making up grand :) A 10 for being a real man...and owning up :) Best wishes. Jack.
Very good poem-apologies are sometimes difficult to digest-once given a feeling of relief is apparent----Melvina
MIKE...NICE CRISPLY DEFINE WORK HERE...GREAT K.O. CLOSE...IO... ''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem...although guilt with an apology fit nice and sincere together. An apology without guilt... waisted words. Thanks for sharing.