I hate his car
I hate his smile
I hate his hoodie
I hate her colorful hair
I hate her brother
I hate his lab coat
I hate her red hair
I hate her flat belly
I hate his automatic
I hate his ponchos
I hate her talent
I hate her braces
I hate......no.......I don't hate any of those things.....I don't hate any of those people.....I described 7 people on this page.
Each of them have done something to harm me
And yet.....I accept them
I accept that they are alive
They have souls
So here and now I'm telling you that I forgive you.
I accept you
YOU ARE READING
Combination Of Letters
Historia CortaDo you like random short poems that aren't normal poems? Do you like to read about the hardships in life? Well Here you go?
