Sorry.
I guess an apology,
is the order of the day,
too many words, written,
taken the wrong way.
The beauty of poetry,
is you can, say how
you feel.
It may seem right at
the time, when emotions,
are high.
having calmed down,
I ask my self why.
I am hot blooded, let
my words fly,
but I swear I wouldn't,
hurt a fly.
This is the only way I know.
to say sorry ,
for hurting you so.
Sorry,
for you,
you, know!
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