Forgiveness.
Evaluate all that is great, yet tempted by fate
I put the wrongs I have done on a platinum plate.
Create a vast mass of hope, hang me by the rope,
It’s just a Midsummer’s day.
Much worse than words filled with hate,
telling me how this came late; instead, I’m embedded
in my bed, pillow atop my head.
It has been months since I have heard a word from you.
Agony and sorrow enveloped my Spirit until
A second life I had to borrow.
“Maybe… tomorrow.”
Continuous thoughts of the mind, of mine, henceforth Fall time.
Continue on my grind, fell from the wrath of Heaven,
A place as you, so Divine.
Infiltrate my mind, my lady, such a beautiful Bella,
For me to walk as Angelic Mecella.
Mind exploding life imploding Love
To get back to me was no faint task,
for I had damasked all 19 years
With agony and tears,
timid, filled with fears,
and years;
Have not me, for I love you, yet I seek forgiveness?
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