The pain I grieve, it grows in me
You brought tears to my torment eyes
Every push and shove that I intake
Is a choice of mistake
I do not recall what triggered your impulse to throw me across the room
To treat me like dirt on the floor.
But when it is all over,
Your eyes conquer me.
They lead me into a new world of possiblities.
That's where you take me,
To a world of our own, our creation.
The words that escape your lips at the end
Are the only words that will take me away,
"I'm sorry."