Love

I don’t know how
I expect you to be happy,
When even I sicken myself
With the things I do,
I portrayed things are wonderful
When thats all but true.

The mistakes I’ve made,
Bare to bellow in shame,
And I’m deserving 
Of the silent cursing,
That brings us this pain.

Words won’t ever express,
The respect, I have for you,
And our moments, I cherish.
So Please forgive me,
For our smiles have perished.

I’m sorry, you’re reaping
The repercussions,
For the faults I have sown.
But I love you more
Then you will ever know.

Repercussions