28/11/2012

WORDS HURT

It still hurts that I hurt you.
Words were said in the heat of the moment.
Once said there's no retrieving them.
I wish I could.
But this stupid man tends to say and do
  stupid things.
I've no excuses, I've no explanations.
I'm not perfect.
I cannot forgive myself.
So how can I expect you to.
I've come to realize that once one is sorry
  it's already too late.
Words have been said.
Pain has been felt.
Hurt has been felt.
Walls go up.
Fast and high.
What's a man such as me supposed to do?

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(28/11/2012)

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