Make amends,
Be genuine.
Split apology, explanation, hope into thirds.
Shine a light on the mist of thoughts
Cerebrum isn’t handling this ‘distress’ right.
Hold onto a hope,
That while they don’t need you,
You could be honest, be true.
Memory will recreate the connection from before…
Distinguish your “I’m sorry” amongst the lifetime of apologies they’ll hear.
Expose your wrongs, approach.
Mold a heart absent of fear.
By Wh. A.
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Author:
Wh (
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- Category: Friendship
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