I will be sorry once, twice and three times
If I know of wrong doings,
That cut each heart in one pierce.
I will be sorry
With my head down, my knees to the sand and
Eyes shut with regret.
I will be sorry
For all my mysterious
Vocally, retarded mouth throbs
I shot at innocent pearls.
I will be sorry
For letting you go
For disobedience and will be guilty of
The black knots id tied
To the gates of love
I rope them with hate.
I will be sorry
For misleading you in
The nests of odorous lust
Where, clearly I was not invited.
I will always be sorry for
Neglecting you in trust
And entering those heroic
Bridges I walked on a lonely summers.
Day.
I will be sorry
Knocking on all doors
I wish to preach forgiveness to.
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