I'm a flawed, sad, sack of a bag
full of mistakes of which I've made
towards and concerning you, your being
like's being away from me in a current fashion,
currently I'm fashioning a way to correct these
trespasses.
So just wait on me a while.
Too soon, too late I never got this right
so I write too swoon too bait the heart which
was taken by others, brothers and strangers wooed
you better, and I never thought that could happen but
here I am and you are there with him, I missed my chance
again.
So waiting here seems futile.
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