Speeding through red lights
Running through shattered mirrors
Chasing fragments of lost moments
While a broken record plays in the background
A rising tide of excuses
Filling a basket with words that I should have said
Drying out my lies in the heat of the sun
Uttering the words that I should have said long ago
I’m sorry
Originally posted June 20, 2015
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…’drying out my lies in the heat of the sun.’ perfect.
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I feel like saying, I accept your apology. 🙂
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