I'm the person who forgives, I'm a forgiver.
And I can't deny it anymore. I'm never the mad one, I'm always the hurt one, I'm always affected the most.
I'm always like a child, who tries to bring their parents together, when the parents can't stop fighting.
I always try to make it better.
Maybe it's because I feel guilty, but want it or not, I always forgive, even when I've been stabbed in the back 100s of times. Subconsciously I have always been a forgiver,
I always reread the book again,
And expected a different ending.
YOU ARE READING
The lost art of Words.
Poetry"But none of these options were in my story, A story which dried up my heart from hope" What does it take to live with a vision full of words. what is it like to be knotted up in your own dreams? POETRY ALERT!!
