I'm sorry,
For those cruel words I've said to you,
The pendrop silence in the room.
The tears you've wept,
When I turned my back, crossed your threshold and left.
I'm sorry,
For leaving you a blubbering mess,
You're not a mistake but a beautiful regret.
I've wanted to call you, but for what?
To apologise for giving up when things got rough?
For feeling that what we had just wasn't enough?
I've been placing flowers at your door;
Those daisies I know you like,
The ones that pileup on your front porch,
I know your father rolls his eyes.
Anyways, I'm so sorry for being your particular type.
With love,
Casuallycool
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Unsent Letters (COMPLETED)
PoésieWelcome to reality. A book in which Casuallycool writes letters and never sends them. (Hence the title) This book contains profanity.
