Sorry Poem by Prince T C Gbemisoye

I felled, but you said
Get up and shift that ways,
Grow up and change that topic,
You got no flow, n' you got no rhythms,
You have no dimes to climb my shoes list
So let's hide em lies, and those so-called topics
You're so not my type, so skip the passion stories
Stay more appropriate and quit being a monopolist.

Now as em words felled on soft ears, I stood idle for awhile
For my mind had void, like everything was deleted overnight
Like my life had stopped, as someone drowning in deep waters
And the air he breathes come short, when no tactics seem right,
How could I fight back, when all my guards have been scattered
What if I said, that I'm not surprise that you'd played my lines,
That I had vowed a straight path until you somehow dragged along
And turned that which matters the most, into your own sovereign run
That you started a war and rain enough hate, even when I did no wrong
What if I tell you that I'm cut deep, with no hopes of finding love again
That I now rest bloody red without a fight, but hopes that seems gray
And a mind that looks black, like the atmospheric world of the dead
What if I say I can't live a lie, that a quiet slouch won't stop the rain
That I am a great man, and grown men don't praise those graves
For tis not a source of happiness, but rather a confined rest place.

What if I say the truth instead, with hopes that you don't creep away,
That the dull mirrors of yours; that they be made clearer before your eyes
That my words might reach your conscience, and battle those walls of fears,
That your heart will rush through em vines, and search for me within the fights
That it might reserve its hatred and receive my sorry of reaching for your heart
For I sometimes wish my heart would tear and let me leave that place
That it's not the perfect thing, no matter how hard it wants it to be
That no one would say, it felt sorry for loving you.