I Say Sorry
I Say Sorry
As the reign of what I feel trails,
Cocooned like a marshaling soldiers war lorry,
The load I carry unfurls is to tranquil sorry,
The modern man-made tears built from onion,
Is the cordial skeletal of me the modern scion,
Deep in my heart the language sorry drills,
To you is a cliche that gnaws to thrills,
As I agree to have made it look irksome,
I enjoyed the life we baked as it was awesome,
I say sorry, as my words crave to reach your heart,
Before they evaporate in the mass of moving air,
I say sorry 'coz sorry liberates us,
From the pain we bairn ourselves in,
Noon darkness that needs care before one,
Sorry is the word, am sorry!
Copyright © Sabion Osore | Year Posted 2015
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