Bittersweet Music


To Be Superhuman


I am sorry my flower
For the positon I put you in
I don't care why it happened
Or the fear that I was in
I am sorry that I keep
doing the wrong thing
I know that life can hurt
I cant prove myself in words
But I understand
And I hope one day
You will realize that
I am not going anywhere
I just wish that I could do
Somthing right for once
I wish that I was perfect
I wish that I could be superhuman

Submitted: Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 15, 2013
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I am sorry.. I have been thinking. I feel bad.. again.

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  • David Wood (5/15/2013 11:16:00 AM)

    I only have three faults. Everything I say, everything I do & everything I touch. Not bad just three faults! ! Lovely poem you have written, I like it. (Report) Reply

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