Only two hours from now
The last month would start
I am filled with doubts
And memories from my heart
The town's getting colder
I'm even having cough
All I can do is shiver
Turns out I'm not that tough
It's December again
Oh, I could smell your scent
I recall the last time I saw you
It was just like this, cold and so blue
You said you'd never love him again
But here you were complaining the next day
You told me he broke your heart again
Yet you ran to him smilingly today
I guess everything was my fault
That everything fell down
I didn't want to deal with salt
So I wrote that letter with sob
I'm sorry for what I did
For the feeling that I hid
For your resentment that I fed
For the bitterness that you felt
It's been so long since we spoke
I thought you forgave me in February
But how come you are still cold
For the third time, please accept my apology
I can relate to this..
and I find that the bitterness in the end often fades..
like melting snow.
You can't hang on to it forever.
No matter how hurt you are.
If they have a heart to forgive then I know that this apology would eventually be heard.
All it needs is time.
^_^
Great write.
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
But the thing is the one I
But the thing is the one I dedicated this poem never accepted my apology. Please read "UNAPOLOGETIC" to know what I mean. It tells what happened after I gave her this poem