A few too many apologies -
Too little, too late.
You fuck up repeatedly, and I hear myself...
"It's ok."
Once a happy, kind soul, your whole
attitude and demeanor have changed -
A turn for the worse...
"It's ok.
I understand."
Has she changed you that much?
And can't you see?
No concern for anyone or anything you once cared about, but
"It's ok.
I understand.
It's not your fault."
You are flimsy and fake, now -
Not the same friend I fell in love with.
I should yell, tell you how angry I am, yet
"It's ok.
I understand.
It's not your fault...
Now take my hand.
I'll make it better,
Make you smile,
Don't lose faith now,
It's not your style.
Hang on a bit longer,
Everything will be fine.
See, the storm must be clearing,
Oh Angel of Mine."
Ridiculous.
I am your puppet.
Birth sign: Aries
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