Treasure Island

April Swan

(3/3/95 / san deigo)

I Am Sorry


I am sorry with no words to express
But with a pitiful

I am sorry that I can't take back
What fear has brought back from tomorrow

I am sorry I can't change what has happened
But I hope that one day you can learn
To forgive me

For I truly did not want to lose you

Please don't leave me because
Because my intentions were of the best

I am just afraid
For you are everything to me

Please do not be angry with me
I do care about you don't you see?

Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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this is a feeling that happened.. It was not accurate but true in feeling.. A romanticized apology..

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