Sometimes the words are harder to find
When the feeling is pure and more divine
And the mind is confused by suggestions of the heart
Afraid to comply, careful of what might start
With the blink of an eye time goes by
Now it is harder, broken wings can’t fly
And there is no content for a guilty mind
Wishing somehow this could rewind
To forgive the stupidity of a friend
Is to show friendship sometimes bend
For a heart can’t hear the words we speak
It only feels the pain cause by the weak
In the end ‘I’m sorry’ would have been enough
But the ego of a man makes easy seem tough
And to ask forgiveness is the toughest of all
Here I am at your mercy…it’s your call.
Can it become what it was before?
Can we move on, close this door?
Will you forgive me for my ignorance?
Can’t we get by with a bit of tolerance?
many times we tend to put our pride to high, and instead of making better for ourselves, we make things worst, because we hold back what we truly feel and want to say...no words can compare to these words you have posted