I tell myself that I'm old enough .
I tell myself that I should forgive you .
I tell myself that everyone deserves second chances.
But I tell myself that I'm young enough not to forget.
New beginnings are a crack in the ice.But how can I incinerate this wall of
Shame, hate, guilt, gullibility, evil;
That I've built for all these lifetimes ?
I know that everyone deserves new beginnings.But I tell myself that I'm young enough to hate.
That I'm young enough to hold a grudge,
That I'm young enough to not be wise,
That I can forever be young enough to not
Let your new beginnings destroy me.
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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚)
Poetry"𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦 ; 𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 ; 𝘈 𝘱𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺"