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Forgive me, if I seem harsh
Forgive me, if I seem evil
Forgive me, if I did something wrong
If you don't, I'll hurt.
Forgive me, if I act selfish
Forgive me, if I come off as conceited
Forgive me, if I hurt you
If you don't, I'll break.
I make mistakes.
I regret things.
I trip and fall.
I attract mischief and pain.
But
I can't help it, I'm human.
And so are you.
Forgive me, if I seem evil
Forgive me, if I did something wrong
If you don't, I'll hurt.
Forgive me, if I act selfish
Forgive me, if I come off as conceited
Forgive me, if I hurt you
If you don't, I'll break.
I make mistakes.
I regret things.
I trip and fall.
I attract mischief and pain.
But
I can't help it, I'm human.
And so are you.
Literature
Burn
Forbidden desires burn deep within,
An aching, longing, pushing me to sin.
It rages through my veins, consuming me,
You're all I can think about, even
When I'm with another.
Locked up in your box,
Hidden from the world.
I need to find the key,
I need to get inside you,
Know you, Love you.
You are afraid to trust,
I know. I have been hurt too.
But you can't live behind the wall
My darling, push yourself,
You need to feel the hurt
To feel my love.
I bang on your door,
Begging you to let me in,
To let me heal your broken heart,
To restore your faith in humanity.
I won't hurt you,
Just let me in.
Literature
When I Come to See You
When I come to see you
I’ll bring sparkling wine
And we’ll spill it on the floor.
I’ll be ready for your smile.
When your arms are round me
With my belly pressed to yours,
I’ll close my longing eyes.
I’ll be ready for your soul.
And in the early morning
I will open out our fingers
And silently I’ll go.
Deep breath.
Not ready yet.
Literature
A little thing called beauty
the bittersweet cacophony in the background noise,
a voluminous rhythm mirroring the beating of our hearts,
the sand slowly shifting down the hourglass,
like the stars to fade before the break of day,
or as the cool summer breeze silenced beneath the sun,
wondrous yet swiftly fleeting,
a crashing wave breaking for but a moment upon the shores of time
we count the passing seconds on twilight screens and wristwatches,
tiny grains to slip past the cracks of this fragile existence,
counting time like playing cards,
where every breath itself becomes a gamble,
we catalog moments and memories,
on temporary screens with vibrant color,
ignoring the c
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powerful message with this. Loved it