The crime fits the punishment.
My bad behavior stabbed the
one I love.
It hurts my soul that I took so
little thought.
I may say I’ll change, while
pretending it didn’t happen.
Mistakes are a cry for help.
I have cried many times.
Fear of loss makes me wretch
with pain.
Don’t slam the door or the hinges
will break.
Open the door to hear
my voice of regret.
Show mercy because you
love me.
I don’t want to be a
prisoner.
you have the gift of expression!