I say sorry for being myself
although I regret it not,
but because tears were taken
from the pockets of your eyes wealth.
The best I could, I did
all the smiles came from your lips after it,
but if it was allowed to do so
I would my memories forbid.
I am sorry
for the day that I dared to speak to you,
I should have left you rest
in your quiet sleepy world,
dreaming about things that I’ll ever know,
for just now I realise,
I should’ve guarded myself from your eyes
that have turned cold.
My regrets are not real,
there is nothing to be excused for
besides our choices and our weaknesses,
nothing to be ashamed of,
besides our time and our incapacity to forget.
Book Rehearsals and Tentatives #2 – The essence of nothing at all.
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