I'm sorry I wasn't there for you
Cause I wasn't there for myself
I'm sorry I couldn't shield you from the fire
Cause I was clothed with fire
How could I have held you without burning you?
I'm sorry I couldn't hold you
For I was so loose
Pieces of me was scattered around the floor.
I'm sorry I couldn't run with you
For my boots were heavy with
bullets of pain.
I'm sorry I couldn't paddle the boat with you
For my raft was sinking in my tears.
I'm sorry for not being there for you
Cause I was drowning in my imperfections.
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His Kind Of Love
Poetry"He said he loved me, more than his mama" A collection of poems comprising of betrayals of innocence, confusion and introspection.
