I say - I am sorry
I am not exciting,
No more.
I've run out of good stories
And funny jokes
And even the bad ones;
And my face, it's kind of
Blurry now,
And my voice -
You finally
Can understand how
It can be so annoying, and
The way I talk,
The way I walk,
The way I live.
So I say - I am sorry:
There is still no other person
To comfort you, my beloved,
And I am no fun now, no more,
And I am sad, and pathetic,
And really sorry.
One miserable poem
© Copyright: Женя Парсли, 2011
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