Three little words I found too hard to say,
I was wrong and withheld a simple truth,
Afraid to see rejection in your eyes,
Without poetics and eloquent words,
I saw your pain and bitterly regret,
I failed to say 'I love you'; I'm sorry.
For all the times I made you cry; sorry,
'I don't want to hurt you,' I hear me say,
Yet now I live with remorse and regret,
My rage hurt the one I love, that's the truth,
Engaged in battles of burning cruel words,
I'd die when your heart broke within your eyes.
The love once mine shone from those moonlight eyes,
All lost to time and I'm left with sorry,
To memories of my own poison words,
The things a girl should never hear or say,
If only you could see what is still truth,
Instead I face never ending regret.
From bitter envy to seas of regret,
Fed by tears that wept from your dying eyes,
I killed the love you gave me for my truth,
I never grasped the strength to be sorry,
Nor spoke the love you wanted me to say,
If only I could have found precious words.
'I love you' three beautiful little words,
I never told you, my only regret,
Too scared of things you might want me to say,
Afraid of the passion beneath your eyes,
Oh god baby do you know I'm sorry,
I was not able to face my heart's truth.
My fear to embrace love and not its truth,
I held back on sharing those heartfelt words,
My life too long to keep saying sorry,
I live drowning slowly in my regret,
I should have looked deep into your blue eyes,
'I love you, Gab' is all I had to say.
My love came with truth consoling regret,
So precious can words be when said with eyes,
I remain sorry I just couldn't say.
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Not sure what happened here this was not going to be quite so in depth or personal
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I find a power of emotion, heals digging in to fight or face the narrators subject with understanding of their vision, untill it is to late to recall those harsh angry words that escape. Time forgives those times, yet they are not forgotten and will never allow to be bitten again and suffer that poisons pain. To face those three words get stuck in a throat to never make it out. Regret is the price of pride. The reader is taken through a tragic relationship
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I have been telling you for a long time you are a poet, now try denying it!
Jeff
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LMAO Dearest Jeff what can I say
ABSOLUTELY DENIED.
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This is really a wonderful Sestina. Very few poets have composed one and you have composed a good one with depth and emotional imagery. Standing ovations!
Love,
Amera♥
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Thank you, you run a good class which is clear in its context. Only wish the tutors in Uni could do that half as well.
Blessed be
Jem
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