Haizi

Too many sorries don’t make a right.

It's the power to fight that makes it meaningful.

 

Two sorries, one sorry, three sorries, four

I mean I’m a person how many more.

What else can I do, what more to prove that I’m true.

 

I, in my will I honestly love you.

 

It not about the sorries though, is it,

But the reason why your angry,

Not speaking to me,

Two days,one day,three days, four.

 

Heres my neck,

Strangle me,

Rip out my heart,

Tear me up in diffent parts.

 

It’s not you Im angry about,

 It is me,

Me that is making you stay away.

 

That slap on the face,

That joke that doesn’t leave a trace,

Triggers a feeling,

Wanting me to hurt you,

 

I wait until u leave and take it out on the chair,

I want to take better care,

Please I don’t want to hurt you,

I even don’t want to poke you,

 Maybe a kiss, a hug,

But not a violent tug,

or a dead thigh,

or a torn deltoid.

 

Please don’t leave me be.

I don't want to hurt thee.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"That slap on the face,

That joke that doesn’t leave a trace,

Triggers a feeling,

Wanting me to hurt you,



I wait until u leave and take it out on the chair,

I want to take better care,"

A good write poet...:)......................

[Y.Badr El Din]

Thank you, glad you enjoyed the read!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..................