Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Grade Nine. Regret.

I regret not coming with you
and doing the things that we used to do.

I forgot the feelings of your embrace
and the softness of your face.

So I'm sorry for not tell you sooner
I'm sorry for anything I've ruined.

So I'm tell you this today...
That even if I may forget things at times
I love you all the same.

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