Ode to Forgiveness

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What happened to the good ‘ol days?

Why didn’t you stay?

The memories we lost

at what costs?

Was it hard?

Knowing that I will forever be scarred

Love or lust

I guess I’ll learn to adjust

To weekend trips

that you’ll probably skip.

I’ve been dreaming every night

that maybe, everything will be alright

but I’m still in pain

at least I have something to gain

A cautious mind,

heart left behind

A little more wise,

knowing love will die

A lesson learned

A new skill earned

Screw you,

for what you put me through

My eyes are open,

only slightly broken

Heart glued back together,

always feeling under the weather

I’ve seen the real you

never seeing things through.

I can see a new perspective

But I cannot forgive.

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maverymadams
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These would be wonderful like song lyrics or a rap or something. The way they flow together and create the image in your mind as you read is wonderful.

"A little more wise,
knowing love will die."

I really connected with that because I realized if you open your eyes to some relationships you realize some don't have a future so you do become wiser leaving those behind and moving on with your life. You are a gifted writer and I hope to read more.

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RedEyedRunt Review

Wow, I can't believe it . . . I'm doing my first review. Okay.

First, I want to praise your hard work: Very interesting, you pulled me in, and I stayed.
I am VERY impressed,

Second: I do have a recommendation: Try to add more similes, and add more emotion to get your point across.

Again: GREAT WORK!! (Applauds)

Please write more!

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Jpwriter
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wow that was a wow poem it is heavy and has a lot of emotion. you can hear what your trying to say easily. you cause it to escalate so quickly in anger and pain and so many other emotions that do not have pain. but even better you make it drop so quickly a smoothly done job. I must mention it sounds more like song lyrics but that's just music. being a musician I have a habit of trying to put music to everything its weird I don't know why I do it but that's what it seems like to me but its your work go were you want. keep writing you are a great poet and will become ultimate so I leave saying good luck and don't stop.



For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein