By KatyBeth, SnooprBoot@aol.com
Date: 2 December 1998

Apologies

Give me your hand to swing from
Give me this free flying rapture
And take this heart as reward

But you, to my left
I spit on your open palm
which had before caressed me
so take my apologies
take my hurtful words
from my all-engulfing pride
and mold them into a dagger to pierce it
They're dripping hot wax on me now!

To my right, the wrong
and perfect
and meant to be

Once again, to my left, my apologies