Guilts of omission I must free from my chest
Perfect I’m not, I was wrong none the less
A confession of silence I realize was not right
Quiet as kept I kept quiet, but not quite
Thinking back I spoke words many to be misleading
The truth I placed between the lines I was reading
Vibes given, were taken I placed my feelings aside
How unpleasant is the sight when two hearts collide
To appear truthful, short of expectation, I failed
If honesty is truth, it to must be detailed
The guilt I felt, so I must bear the blame
No longer in denial, I am not what I became
Lesson learned, what I am in it I believe
Accept my exit, though I entered to deceive
Apologies are here, how do I express my regret
Forgiveness I ask, hope these words cover my debt
This secret I have kept, even heavier the burden carried
Should have said this sooner but, Sorry I’m married.
PHIRE
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