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Forgiveness

Contributed by Arwen on Saturday, 8th March 2003 @ 10:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: happypoetry

You don't know it...But you
Saved me from myself.
From the irrationality that comes with youth and innocence.
I thought that what I felt was pure...
I hadn't felt that strongly and completely about
Anyone before...
Ever.

So I thought you were the one,
The sunshine in the rain.
My naive little mind thought you were special.
I probably would have done anything for you,
Crazy as it sounds to me now.

You saw through all that tho',
Saw...
That we weren't meant to be.
And you sacrificed our friendship by
Walking away.
Your words and tone cut me up,
Stones sharpened with age....
That was then...
I see how insane all of this was.
None of what happened was special in the true sense.

I was too stubborn...
I wanted something, like a totally aggravating kid...who doesn't get her ice-cream.
I refused to see things from your perspective.
And for that I'm sorry.

I went through some weird emotions...a truly slow process.
But its over
You helped dispense of these feelings.
All the obsessive thoughtless behaviour has passed,
Never to be seen again.

When I think of you know, I think of Steers and McD's and all the crazy things we did in the lans :))
I think of us surrounded by friends,
SparHawk and Sundae :P~~ and the others ;)
laughing and being merry.

Please forgive me for making such a horrendous impression on you :)
Destroy those old grudges
Talk to me!

The days where I regarded the world around me with awe and wonder...
Has passed.
Shot for the life lesson bru.
Not really sure what comes now...

You probably don't give a hoot either way.

Copyright © Arwen ... [ 2003-03-08 10:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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