Those things you said,
those things you did,
sent knives into my heart.
If I knew you did it in innocence,
I could forgive you.
If you would ask for forgiveness,
I could forgive you.
Yet, you kept smiling to my face
as if in time, I had forgotten.
Time cannot heal these wounds.
Only the one who made them can,
and God himself.
how is it?
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This is good
Often it happens just that way and at times they never think of the apology for when people do it all the time they see no wrong yet mile as though they are being cute.
Im still looking for that one but thought I would read the rest to
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Very well written! It was an enjoyable poem to read.
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