Forgiveness is a well known concept to me. From the time when I was seven years old and my mother forgave me for breaking her vase. Or when I was 16 and my father forgave me for breaking my curfew.
But if I've learnt one thing, I've learnt that forgiveness is earned. And you like a spoiled child demand things you have not earned.
How can I forgive you for breaking the one promise you made to me, how can you expect forgiveness for such a profanity.
In all honesty forgiving you is the easiest part. It's forgetting that's so difficult. The memory of your crime lingers on and haunts me.
But as you stand here in my arms, and your words hit my ears like bullets and your tears pierce my shirt like knives...
You make it so damn hard for me not to forgive you.
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musings of a lovestruck fool ♡
Poetryhighest rank #974 in poetry a collection of poems written by me inspired by/about the blue eyed beauty, benjamin hayes grier as well as everything that comes with, before and after falling in love ♡♡♡♡ covers by @literallykoury ✨
