Ink splattered paper,
Filled with written words,
Trying to apologise,
To everyone I've hurt.
I have hurt you,
And so I must say,
Can we start anew?
Think of it this way.
My life is full of poison,
Infecting all my friends,
Seeping through my being,
So this pain won't end.
I must erase this poison,
So that I can move on,
Throwing off confusion,
Learn what's right and wrong.
I wish I could explain,
Why I'm drawn to you,
Is it because you listen?
Because good people are few?
I have learnt how to live,
Holding secrets close to heart,
Revealing only pieces,
In case I fall apart.
I have caused confusion,
And worry to your days,
I wish I could take that back,
In the most imperative of ways.
I'm sorry I upset you,
Emotions were cloudy and damp,
I'm sorry that I scowled,
Being naughty at Music Camp.
So ofcourse you are valued,
In my heart and mind,
Thank you for your patience,
And for being so very kind.
Once again I'm sorry,
For treating you so wrong,
I appreciate you so very much,
For helping me be strong.
(C) Ashleigh-Letitia '06
My god, this poem disgusts me. How can I have written this? Has anyone else noticed how many 'I's and 'My's there are? Please see the poem titled 'An Angel's Influence' (Redone)... This poem was supposed to say soething completely different, of which the new poem now states in it's tangible sentences. Thankyou
