I apologize for the alibis
and the web of lies in disguise
I'm sorry for the secrets I've kept
the tears that I've wept
over people who aren't you.
I apologize for the sleepless nights
the excuses that I've cried
I'm sorry for the childish behavior
and the promises written on paper
that I burned in the fire.
I apologize for not being upfront
and preferring the chase versus the hunt
I'm sorry for the honestly
my sincerest apologies
but I had to get this off my chest.
YOU ARE READING
Gypsy
Poesíaa poetry collection "Gypsy souls aren't meant to stay in one place; they're meant to wander. I got tired, bored, and depressed in the place that I was at. Change was the only option. So I packed up my soul in a suitcase and left."
