I’ll Bring Flowers to Your FuneralMature

Mistakes pile up when I say too much
maybe I should calm down... but
It’s only when I am bitter you speak to me
such a pyrrhic victory but a victory nonetheless

So that is that, you’ve made it all clear
one day, I’ll be well enough to realise
what mistakes I have made and what to do next time
Until then I’ll just try and make sense of it all

In years time, when you have forgotten about me
I’ll try and put things right, the way they were supposed to be
No more relationships and no more hate
I fucked up and now I accept my fate
I’ll bring flowers to your funeral
now you’ve left us behind

I wish I could have predicted this
I just knew something was going to go wrong
with the pretences I held with regard
they will be the death of me

I apologise for what I said but I know
you will never accept it
When you said ‘I thought you was a nice guy’
that cut the deepest...

In years time, when you have forgotten about me
I’ll try and put things right, the way they were supposed to be
No more relationships and no more hate
I fucked up and now I accept my fate
I’ll bring flowers to your funeral
now you’ve left us behind

The End

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