I'm Sorry for the Pain I've
I'm sorry for the pain I've given
Adolescence is no cup of tea.
bursts bewilder even me,
Just as they must disconcert you,
Understand, no matter what I do,
love for you is like a sea:
Tempest tossed, at times, as it
Great with yearning, deep, and wide, and
Reason cannot fathom what I am
calculate the currents of my heart.
What I feel is full of
Invisible, yet hungry to be
No rules, even self-imposed, can
Guest surges spilling into every
Undoing will, surrounding each remark . .
Perhaps this sea will calm when I am