For You
Listen, I have something to say
Oh! It's not really me, It's my heart
It's crying saying,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
It's broken saying,
I'll never get tired of saying that
every minute of my life.
It's dying saying,
I'm sorry, I'll never get tired even if all signs points me to none.
It's lost saying,
I am not expecting anything
But you can expect me to say I'm sorry still,
even if all signs points to none.
It's sorry saying,
I missed you.
It's hoping saying,
Please forgive me.
Copyright © Anabelle B Recto | Year Posted 2013
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