The truth is
That I don't believe it would happen again.
If I'm being honest with myself
I believe we'd have a good relationship.
The truth is
That I don't think he'd accept what he's done
Past, present and future
He cannot admit he's done wrong
Or will do wrong.
That's what I'm worried about.
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Poems By A Teen
PoesiaThese are the thoughts that wake me in the middle of the night. They have sat in my notes for years and now I want to share them.
