Sunday, November 10, 2013

Apologize

An apology
does not a clean slate make

Does not rid one of the guilt
or sweep away the hurt

The hands are dealt
the odds are stacked

Take back those words
you think

take back those deeds
you wish

wish you could be better
an apologists apology can not save you.

Still,
can life yet not change?

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