Now,
each night he dreams
of her.
The same way
I had spent my nights
dreaming
the betrayal
of the one-winged angel.
I understand.
Sometimes peace
is the color of blood,
and not all betrayals
come from tinted minds.
I'm conjuring
countless memories,
only to constantly
shove them away
The world told me:
"We must forgive
the things we cant forget"
But what if
I want to forget
how to forgive?
I'm tired of living in loopholes.
Can't we just hunt monsters tonight,
and tell the wind to stop whispering his words?
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oh my god this such a great poem!! Great...no amazing job on the description and everything!!! =]
ReplyDeleteThank you so so so much ^_^
ReplyDeleteI just love the way you worded everything!! and your title
ReplyDeleteThe world told me:
ReplyDelete"We must forgive
the things we can't forget"
But what if
I want to forget
how to forgive?
Incredible. You really do have a talent for writing; you know exactly how to word things. Again, I'll be buying that book.(:
Thank you all very very very very much ^_^
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