Shame
Shame
Been working hard loving
working hard chances way too many, many
you’re foolish not to let me go
you helped me walk when i was off
you told me this was the last time
i’m sure its nice to change the bloody razors
maybe turn back the clocks
those where the days
I know i fucked it up
I know i was the clown, banana peel
you come around, you hear the sounds
i never blame you
and now i disappear
old life was keeping me down
i’m broken
that decision was mine and you stayed
you were never letting me down
i was choking
that decision was mine and you stayed
it’s a damn shame
Yes!! it’s a damn shame
sometimes my sorries enough?
even though you where missing life
in the sunshine
every day the mistrust
i think i know just what you feel inside
not really a surprise now
I’d never root the noose
I’m wanting your face
your wanting your space (with him)
maybe talking a walk would make it good
for a minute
then’d I’d fail
Bruce Strosnider
Thu 4th Feb 2016 22:41
sorry's or sorries are
as good a poem as this is, it still needs development--a few things explained.