She said sorry
Sorry again
Sorry before anything
Apologies were her second language
Her oxygen
Her apologies were hello and goodbyes
The girl, she told herself she was a problem
She wasn't a problem, no,
She was a cure
Her hair soft like her kisses
Wound round fingers like bluebells
Her eyes, bluebells themselves
Were a book cover
The beginning of a story
Her lips could press away uncertainties
And her heart ,
Every time her heart beat
Mine did too.
YOU ARE READING
Mrs Sorry
Poetrythis is about saying sorry but you can perceive it differently. i wrote it with the feeling of being apologetic about being alive but someone making it feel worth it. i don't know, you see it with your own eyes .
