Damn those words,
the tears of your soul
bleeds my heart,
who plead for forgiveness
of an endless sorrow;
I can’t let it shut,
no more can I stand,
this sorry of a heart
couldn’t take your pain,
away from those wound
that I made;
I’ve regretted myself,
for I have scratched
your lovely soul,
but this is not enough,
this word is but a play,
nor a riddle that pray,
as these words are wasted;
I would give you all
if I could,
but that won’t change
everything that I’ve done.
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