Sorry

Please accept my apologies for the paths I will not pick,

For the words I won't spell,

For the love I can't give,

For the accounts I won't tell.

Please accept my apologies for the walls I've develop,

For the recollections I won't share,

For the times I professed to be discourteous

In any event, when I realized I give it a second thought.

Please accept my apologies for the discussions I will not be essential for,

For the job I won't play,

As I'm simply a hidden soul,

I've no thought of how much longer I'll remain!

Please accept my apologies for the falsehoods I wound around up,

At the point when I had a wonderful truth to tell,

Please accept my apologies, for when you loved

each blemish and scar of mine,

I can't love even a piece of you well.

A+ Grade

She was an insightful young lady,

She appreciated learning new things,

So you maintained that her should succeed in examinations,

Expressing that this would bring about her great being.

She worked hard to be awesome,

As you were forever discontent by her grades,

You supplanted her toys, drawings

Also, books with weighty books,

Stopping the delight of her experience growing up days.

She grew up as a savant,

Who concentrated on the entire day,

So everybody anticipated that she should be brilliant,

Also, her responses to be rarely off-base.

Before long she was depleted,

Taking cover behind amazing understudy veil,

what's more, her grades began to exhaust,

Her wellbeing was ailing,

Yet, her unfortunate scholarly exhibition

Is what you could see.

She was fretted over your assumptions,

What's more, that she was unable to be the best once more,

Be that as it may, you neglected to understand

That the A+ in her marksheet

Couldn't mend her cut vein.

Stars and Moon

The stars followed the moon any place it would go,

Realizing great that it would some time or another let them be ,

In the immense ocean of murkiness,

The stars actually strand there hanging tight for an opportunity,

It's not the stars glimmering , yet their hearts pulsating, to take simply a look!

Yet, without the stars, the moon would be desolate as well,

As there are numerous who appreciate its feel,

However, the individuals who respect its spots are truly not many.

However their ways won't ever correspond, their affection stays for eternity,

They strand overhead, miles from one another, still together.

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