Do you still eat weeds and grass and hope one day you'll find your love?
I said to you once,
“Apologizes are not accepted...”
I took it in anyway.
You start off with your rants in hopes of changing the world
That one day everyone will follow you, leading them into eating weeds and grass.
It was your words I stole when I said it
“Apologizes are not accepted”.
I do not recognize you anymore and my felt for you is nonexistence
As if none of it all happened.
You sit back again starring off into the computer screen
Don’t know where to start…
You write anyway in your journal of the broken loves you’ve created.
You said to me once after it all ended,
“Apologizes are not accepted”
And you never took it in.
You count how many fall aparts you have and how many more to go…
You don’t know the meaning of love and it is why you fail many times
And is what you’re most familiar.
'Apologizes are not accepted'
Is what you once said, remember?
I still accept yours and you rant one last time for my apologizes,
With a new routine we created, I repeated myself
For I have no remorse, no love, no hate, no regret, no dandelions, and no apologizes for you.
Do you still eat weeds and grass and hope one day you wake up with no mistakes you created in the past?
These were your words that you never took in…
Apologizes are not accepted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
powerful.. drills right into the heart, but no blood, 'cause 'apologies are not accpeted.'