It's nearly December and the days are becoming colder,
and the piercing wind is getting bolder.

Sitting at home, there is nothing I can do,
constantly wanting to be with you. 

Tears well up in my eyes, knowing I let you down,
wondering if you will still want me around.

The painful memory of you crying, always on my mind,
wishing I could put the tape of life in rewind.

However, life doesn't allow for such convenient requests,
we must all find our own way out of each little mess.

The journey is hard, with both pleasure and plight,
Love isn't as simple as black and white.

For if it were, what would it be?
Would it have brought together you and me?

Our hearts guide us and lead to explore,
Love is a journey, nothing more. 

Looking back now, I know I made a mistake,
so this plea to you I want to make:

Please forgive me for what I have done,
and things will be different from now on.