On My Sole

This kind of love
Impossible to find
So easy to lose
I cannot talk of repentance
For the wrong that I do
All I ask is that she sees
For these shoes are unfit
Not made for me
I tread warily
Stumbling in my own steps
Yet I know she will clear my conscience
Whether I am right or wrong
For I’ve already received her absolution
Tears she sacrificed for all my wrongs
Honesty
Embargoed apologies
All that I have
My twists of injustice
Lack of maturity
Is it any surprise
I’m down on my knees
Wondering why
I still make her cry
Kill elation
My biggest crime
I receive her reply
The mercy in her

© 2005, Mosquitobyte