I never got the chance
To say one little word
It never passed my lips
My thought you never heard
I never said to you
Something so meaningful
I was too wrapped up in me
Surrounded by my own bull
I was having too good a time
To think about your needs
My selfish ways do feed me
As your heart slowly bleeds
Your adoration was wasted
On me an empty promise
I filled you with my lies
There's no return from this
Now my bed is empty
She holds you now so close
My own stupidity cost dear
At a baron party I am host
Sometimes I hold the phone
So wanting to make that call
To say that simple word
Sorry...that is all
©Kim Brown 7th February 2013
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