Flipping through pages of petals long lost,
Under mountains of kisses and hugs long forgot,
Piled high with the corpses of hearts that were mine,
Loves never so perfect, we knew them divine,
Many thorns linger still, venom eating away,
At all that is good, though each of us say,
Forgiven have we of all our sins and yours,
Mistakes taken hold, rotting under the floor.
I don’t know the reason, I can’t find a why,
But I do know for certain that regardless of time,
Forgiven to each is a lie to all ears,
For when we say ‘forgiven,’ inside
Remain tears.
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