"Now you say sorry?
After two years of hurt,
you beg for forgiveness?
You're attacks give no alert.
You ripped apart my soul."
She broke down in my arms.
Shaking, weeping, bawling.
Could my words do this much harm?
Finally, I said.
"If you can't forgive yourself,
then no one can forgive you.
Stop taking the memories off the shelf.
God knows that wont help."
Her tears still fell.
They made me sad,
like a slow burning hell.
At last, I assured:
"That face is too beautiful for tears.
stop tearing yourself apart,
bawling and crying over your fears.
You'll be okay, I'll be okay."
Slowly, A smile came over her face
She was forgiven not by God,
but, by her own grace.
Finally, she could smile at last.
Author notes
inspired by:
Little Bombs by Dashboard Confessional
A contest entry
- All We Feel Is Music To Me by AboveApathy.
450 points, ended October 8, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be Honest.
Comments
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great poem- but what song was this inspired by??
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SorryI fixed it
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