Fruit in Bloom

If only I'd known sooner,
I would have asked.
Remora-type people
Circulate your past.

Hand in glove
Head in hat,
Heart and soul
Encompassed,
Terrible stories
From a twelve-stringed guitar.

I'm sorry I'm late
With your bad news.
If I could bear fruit,
Then fruit I would bloom.

Shame on me for the kiss,
Shame on you for the chance,
Shame on me for the bliss,
Shame on you for the heart,
Shame on me for the twist,
Shame on you for that dance,

Shame on me for being,
Shame on you being too,
I'm sorry for being,
Sorry for Cing Liang Yu.
I'm sorry for lying.
Sorry for loving you.

Shame on you for me,
Shame on me for you.
If you try hard to be
I think I might be too.