She told you she was sorry,
Could you not see it in her eyes?
She tried her best to calm you,
But all you did was cry.
She knows that she can't feel your pain,
The real way it rushes through your veins,
So don't scold her for being rude;
She never meant to hurt you.
Its not your fault, but that doesn't mean
That you can make a show of things.
You're much to grown to whine about this;
Don't submit; be callous to it.
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I will never understand why people hold grudges.
To the person who will most likely never read this letter: remember that we live in a world where there is pain, pain here even greater than that which you felt. You may be more sensitive and I know that's not your fault. One day you need to wake up and ignore this pain- it will always go away. I don't blame you for crying, but you kept crying and couldn't accept her apology.
You had told us that it hurt, and we realized that we can't understand how it really feels to you. But you had no right to scream at her for such a simple accident; it will happen millions of times more in the future. Don't criticize us of how we don't understand; we've already admitted it. Don't overreact; you need to be stronger than this. This is drama, not sincerity; be mature and move on. Hate the pain not her, because she didn't mean to hurt you.
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Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
