I’m sorry for things I’ve done.
I’m sorry for my words, for those to come.
I’m sorry for the feelings I helped to grow.
Weeds in your beautiful garden.
I never meant to sow.
If you let me, I wish to pull them out.
With you, together, we’ll work it out.
My love, I’ll sow new seeds.
New seeds for you.
Seeds of love, bright love.
Beautiful and true.
By Tristan Kramer