It’s not the words,
That I speak,
And must take back,
Wash away with,
Sorry.
It’s the place,
Where those words,
Came from.
‘Out of the heart,
The mouth speaks’.
What’s in my heart,
Is revealed,
By words.
Impatience,
Pride,
Anger, not righteous,
But at my loss,
Of time,
Efficiency,
Expectation not met.
Sorry clears the air,
But what clears my heart?
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