Forgive You, Can I?
I can't forgive you.
My walls built up,
Protected me.
I was once a flower,
Growing in the spring.
Now, I'm withering,
Dying in the summer sun.
I can't forgive you.
You pulled me out of my shell.
You were my shoulder to cry on.
Then,
One day you were gone.
Abandoned and alone,
I receded back into my shell.
I can't forgive you.
I was made stronger,
I'm not so naive anymore.
I'm not so trusting now.
But now,
I surround myself with people.
People that actually care.
All because of what you did.
I guess for that,
I can forgive you.
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