Sorry
You’re sorry,
You are sorry,
Well sorry, doesn’t fix it,
It doesn’t make it better.
You can’t fix demolished,
Nope, not even with sorry,
Somethings,
They just get too broken, too messed up,
Too destroyed, that
They will never be whole again.
Bandages and bondage only do so much,
Can only do so much,
I have to wonder why?
Why did you ever think sorry could fix this?
Could make this dust and ashes,
Back in to a heart, and a soul?
Sorry, I am sorry to say, Can’t fix everything.
Copyright © Rayne Thomas | Year Posted 2015
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