Forgiveness
will infect me
slowly.
Poison
for me to swallow.
Oh,
but how much better
I
will feel.
How
much better I will
feel.
Hate
is nothing precious,
nothing
scarce.
And
my love for you,
so
unreachable.
This
love I have lost for you,
I
never hope to find again.
Yet,
let forgiveness color
my
memories.
Let
it color my
reality.
Because
it surely will.
For
now I will remember,
because
one day I will
forget.
And
when I am surprised
once
again,
never
worry—
you
never need to worry.
Forgiveness
will come.
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