I never got the chance to say goodbye.
I wondered why this cold heart could never mourn.
So many times I wish I could cry.
You always were my object of scorn.
I had borne the guilt to see everyone's grief
and genuinely wanted to be sorry.
I secretly felt some kind of relief
but still I don't have regrets and still don't worry.
Because sorry you never were.
They say forgive and forget.
Sorry, a burden you would never bear.
I forgave but never could forget.
Oh, no, don't be mistaken, it's not hate!
Regardless of a past you burdened me with, I had a clean slate.
YOU ARE READING
Pharos Beckons
PoetryWriting is my escape. -Johanna Hefer- Writing is the painting of the voice -Voltaire- To survive you must tell stories -Umberto Eco- To write means more than putting pretty words on a page; the act of writing is to share a part of your soul with the...
