My Bad - Poem by Alex Romanowski
I decided to write you a poem,
I thought hard of what to say.
Lately's been a little bit messed up,
At times i've considered going....
I never meant to hurt you,
It kills me to see you sad.
I've been stupid, hurtful, and inconsiderate too,
All I can think to say is, my bad.
I wish we could start this over,
I wish you'd give me another try.
You see, I really want to be your friend,
If you want, i'll attempt to cry?
I think the poems over now,
I have nothing left to say.
Other then please, I beg you, don't be mad,
I wanted you to know, it was my bad.
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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