Who am I?
Forever have I been neglected by the world,
the savior of art.
What can one say of someone whom everyone has used for good and bad?
I am the one who gives pleasure in a kiss to the lover,
a hug from mother to child,
a handshake that gives thanks,
the salute to the veterans of atrocities across this world for countless ages,
and the one that brings art to life through the writer's fingers.
Ah, yes who am I?
I am present here and have been since.
I gave to Virgil the writer Calliope.
I gave to Herodotus the scribe Clio.
I gave to the bards Erato in lyres.
Beethoven had the flutes of Euterpe.
Dancers et
I'm Sorry
It all happened so fast
That I see your real colors.
I was blind to your nature
Your true character hidden.
I made a mistake. I'm sorry.
You no longer acknowledged me
You no longer were kind to me
You no longer looked at me
You conspired all against me.
I made a mistake. I'm sorry.
You betrayed my trust
You talked behind my back
You make me a bad person
You detest my very presence.
I made a mistake. I'm sorry.
You ignored me in the cold rain
You kept your feelings locked
You shared with everyone your pain
You kept me out of the group.
I made a mistake. I'm sorry.
One of our group has told me
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