Perception of lies, apprehension of truth.

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fragile_heart(!) wrote:Sorry is just a word,
Five letters, two syllables
You told me you were sorry
[s]You didn’t mean it.[/s]


When you told me you were sorry
I didn’t believe it.
(REPETITION IS A NO-NO!!! Very tricky thing to pull off. BUT.... it works here. :D)
Because sorry is a song to you;
Overused, overplayed. <<< Love that.

Twice before,
three time’s the charm
Is that your rule in life?
Grow up, boy.

Your eyes deceived the lie;
Your emotions betrayed the words.
You should have said it like you meant it
Because now I know the truth.

Sorry is just a word,
Five letters, two syllables
You told me you were sorry
[s]You didn’t mean it.[/s] (Repetition again. It worked before, but not here. If you are gonna repeat the first stanza at the end, make the poem longer. Otherwise, reword it.)

fragile_heart(!) wrote:Sorry is just a word,
Five letters, two syllables
You told me you were sorry
You didn’t mean it.

[s]
When you told me you were sorry[/s] You are repeating the previous stanza...
I didn’t believe [s]it[/s]. you=is.
Because sorry is a song to you;
Overused, overplayed.
Nice.

Twice before,
three time’s the charm
Is that your rule on life?
[s]Grow up, boy.[/s] What does this have to do with anything?

Your eyes deceived the lie,
Your emotions betrayed the words.
I read it already somewhere in YWS. Do not "copy-paste"
You should have said it like you meant it
Because now I know the truth.
Something is wrong but I don't know what or why.

Sorry is just a word,
Five letters, two syllables
You told me you were sorry
[s]You didn’t mean it.[/s]


This could be much better. For me, the end of the poem is almost half of it. Try to rewrite the end(and the first stanza also), especially last two verses.



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