Admissions From a Heart

Merely, the hardest thing I must ever do Is express myself through remorse Especially when being in the wrong And alas my dearest, in this moment You were in the right, all along Thus, where my heart begins to fight It starts by raging war Against that of solemn shame And now of 'tis wounded pride But, the forces they gather among a storm And begin by choosing up on rival sides But, out of whitest mist Onto that of whiter horse The guardian, love comes rushing in As that of saving arbitrator Destined to always win “On bended knee, I plead unto thee My fairest, grant thy just and forgiveness All that I have to offer is my humbling sincerity And that of remaining heart As to thee, now I hand these words “I am so deeply sorry” 12 Minutes Ago