Crap

Argh. Crap. Frick.

Crap

 

I pissed off a girl, it's sad but it's true.

I made her feel mad and I made her feel blue.

Instead of blocking her from my heart and mind,

I should've reached out--instead I was unkind.

I feel like pure crap now, and I am to blame.

My mind is permeated with bits of shame.

I did not know that I was one of her friends,

But now her friendship is something I should mend.

Well now I must go but I leave you these words,

And hope in this maelstrom they don't go unheard--

I'm sorry, Taylor H, for what I have done,

On friendship, you're winning three hundred to one.

Author's Note

Frick. Crap. Argh.

Reviews

[Taylor Maye]

lol I loved this poem