Treasure Island

Erica German

(1992 / clinton twp)

sorry


sometimes sorry isnt good enough
sometimes you have to be tough
sometimes sorry is too hard to say
sorry is a card you always have to play

sometimes sorry is the wrong word
sometimes sorry is the only cure

sometimes the word sorry isnt always true
sometimes sorry is only for you
sometimes sorry is too big
sometimes sorry is a fib

sometimes sorry will make you cry
sometimes sorry will be your last goodbye

sometimes sorry is forgot
sometimes i say sorry a lot
sometimes sorry is a gift
sometimes sorry makes a lift

sometimes sorry is the only way
to fix a bad day

Submitted: Saturday, May 09, 2009

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  • daisy white (10/31/2009 1:06:00 PM)

    its a lovely poem. i agree wid u miss german. sumtimz we hav 2 be tough, sumtimz its hard 2 say sorry.you speak my thoughts.
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