I'm Sorry

 

 

Poetry

Angels
Autumn Interlude ***
Bed of Roses
Brightest Flame
Convergence of the TwainDream On
Fighting for a Dream ***
He
Heroes and Angels
I'm Sorry
Jackknife
Legacy of the Bard
Ode
October Midnight
Royal Guard
When I'm Gone

Prose

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He called you up
To tell you the news
And all you could say was
“I’m sorry”

He wasn’t yours
And that’s the way
You thought you wanted it
You wanted the stage
You wanted that new role
You wanted the dream you left behind

She called you up
To tell you the news
And all you could say was
“I’m sorry”

She’d been your friend
Lived the dream
You longed to live
She was a musician
You were an actress
Can you act like
You’re glad to hear the news?

You’d all been friends
But look who he chose
The one whose dreams
Were coming true
Was there a chance?
Couldn’t he see?
You couldn’t live
Two dreams at once

She called you up
To tell you the news
And all you could say was
“I’m sorry”

She thought you’d like to hear
That she’d finally found true love
You were in tears
Couldn’t they see?
You’re whole life was killing you
Your choices your fears
Your loves and your hates
They were battling inside of you

You sat down and thought
You cried and you cried
You threw some punches at the wall
Then suddenly it came to you
Maybe you were meant to be alone
Maybe they were meant to be together

He called you up
To tell you the news
She’d broken it off
He cried and he cried
And all you could say was
”I’m sorry”

He called you up
To tell you the news
He’d finally found his true love
You think you know
What he’s going to say
He says it’s you

You can’t believe the news
You sit down and cry
He tells you he loves you
And all you can say is
“I’m sorry”

 

© Bridget O'Bannon 2005

 

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