Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Forgiving

I still think of you.
I wonder if you ever think of me.

You haven't said a word since you left.

You treated me as if we never even happened.

You have been gone ever since,
And it feels like maybe you never even happened,
Maybe you weren't really real..

Just a dream.

Just something living in the back of my mind.

But you took away my hope and trust,
I find difficulty in forgiving.

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