Treasure Island

Ayesha Sartawi

(21/dec/1989 / scotland)

I'm to blame


I am sorry i could never give you what you needed
I am sorry that i was just never enough
I am sorry i just never succeeded
I am sorry i made life tough

I am sorry i just was not what you had in mind
I am sorry i was not what you had deserved
I am sorry and i hope that you will find
someone who, like me is concerned

I am sorry i was a waste of your precious time
I am sorry you didnt think i have a nice soul
I am sorry to you i wasent worth a dime
I am sorry i did not fit the role

Submitted: Saturday, January 05, 2008

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  • Dislocated Heart (1/5/2008 2:38:00 PM)

    i agree with Ihni. dont be sorry. they should love you for you. dont change yourself. one day you will find a person that will love you and cherish every moment they have with you. you are worth more then gold, daimonds, whatever is most precious in this world. if they dont see that you have a beautiful soul, then maybe their not worth your while.

    great poem btw. take care. (Report) Reply

  • Ihni Andern (1/5/2008 2:32:00 PM)

    Don't be sorry for someone else's sake when you haven't done anything wrong.

    Nice poem, by the way. I love the rhymes. (Report) Reply

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