• A poem i wrote, hoping to patch things up with a friend.


    Upon the facts, it 'twas me
    That ought to be the most sorry
    Though you may think and not forgive
    I wish you luck as long as you live

    I miss you very dearly so
    Of our friendship of so long ago
    And bereaved so deeply of my sin
    If you would be willing to be friends again.

    I truly do apologize
    Towards the beauty set before my eyes
    Of my past actions which of i am so damned ashamed
    To which i swear that i have tamed

    But fear not and say the word
    If you ask i begone with nothing more heard
    I'm just hoping your well in this day and age
    And that dark feeling won't lead you astray

    I remember of what you told me then
    Of the demons that lay inside your head
    I suppose i'm a b*****d for being no better
    To which is why i write this letter

    I do not ask a second chance
    I do not expect to change your stance
    Mearly to tell that my thoughts never changed
    And to hope the wounds were simply faint

    I'm sorry if i bore you now
    So i will write no more
    A kiss under the mistletoe
    As the new year comes, its up to you if you'll close the door.