Friday, 6 May 2016

Shattered Stance

Forgive, forgive, forgive

You lied
Your speeches covered
Your gestures planned
You fabricate facts
Your world is a propaganda

and yet I
forgive, forgive, forgive.

You slipped
I fell, broken
You defy and snubbed
I crawled back up,
alone.

Again I,
forgive, forgive, forgive.

You left
You're gone
You're happy
You used me
You knew

Why do I still
forgive, forgive, forgive.

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