|
|
Sorry
The night was quiet with only the sound the crickets' laugh, the repetitive clatter of the pencil in my hand, and her cries that seemed to have hummed in her thought. “I'm sorry”, I thought in my head. “I'm sorry”, and deep down inside I was crying too.
|
|
Comments
xXmikuruXx Says:
LOVE it! So deep! Is it for your memior?
Whisper to the Wind Says:
Awsome poem. You can feel how deep it is.
Loved it