If there is something I need to tell you,
it’s I’m sorry
I’m sorry for making you feel lonely and fed up most of the time,
for not being there when I know that you wanted me to
But see things through my glasses, honey
You may not see all very well,
because our eyes are not the same
or try to wear my shoes,
see whether they fit yours
But if they don’t,
no need to buy new glasses or shoes that fit yours, honey
You think that you’ll see things clearer from away and be more comfortable,
but they won’t be suitable for me
See things my way, honey,
with my own glasses and shoes
And I’ll see things your way,
with your own glasses and shoes
Trust me,
with all your head and heart
Vision things through our personal glasses and let’s switch shoes
Take it all so we can share
or things will never going work
(PS. This poetry is my best friend’s request.)
