Selfish being I am

The realisation of what I have been, who I have played and what I have done. Apologies for the things I could not say.

By Charlotte Eden Morris Published 2 years ago • 1 min read

I’m sorry for the pain,

I’m sorry for the day,

I’m sorry for the way I sat in your head all day.

I’m sad about us,

I’m sad about this,

I’m sad about life and without you it’s also not bliss.

I like your brain,

I like your style,

I like the way you always used to smile.

I hope I see you again,

I hope I haven’t ruined your last stand,

I hope you know how true my feelings are for you and your hand.

Big imagination, happy heart, black and white words.

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