forgiveness
tousled hair
and droopy eyes
a look that screams
i don't care
you have been knocking her door
since a quarter past 3
but she doesn't want to look
in your pleading eyes
that show her right into your soul
she is not ready to forgive
for all the pain
you have caused her to endure
and the wildfire of problems
that you've started
she is not ready to see past
to forget that it had happened
she is not ready to forgive.
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