Plain paper on the table,It's still plane because my mind is unstable.
Don't know how to say this, but can there
Be something said that can fix things?I'm still walking on the line, still waiting and searching for the foretold sign.
Go on take you time though my call has
been on hold for quite some time.I know you've been waiting for my apologetic lines. Saying that am sorry
For all my told lies.I've been blind for a long time and my
Mind is as blank as this page lying by my
Side.I guess all am trynna say is that am
Sorry. I wish and wanna make things right,
Because I broke the bond that was holding me to your heart.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryHeavy is the head that carries these thoughts "i'm still walking on the line,still waiting and searching for the foretold signup..."