Falsely accused by an angered heart...
Resumes the hate that tears us apart!
Words so heated from one's own spite...
Aches the tendered heart, so wronged, not right!
The kissed on band-aid for my pain...
Removed my foot fro' my mouth's wronged as plain!
An apology always escapes my lips...
Like a bad tasting wine, that sours all sips!
When can i not guiltily say? ...
My love, i'm sorry, for a many painful day!
Sorrows and mishaps increase my ire...
You are my queen, I not your Sire!
2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-falsely-angered-heart/
