Hello, friends,
It seems there are two hundred of you.
How terrifying.
I like you all very much,
but I hope you don't
expect much from me.
Thank you for all your support,
Poetry was meant to be shared.
~love,
Liz and Lilacs

Okay, you two. I want you to say sorry.
Now that she has said sorry, you have to say: That's okay.
There. Now it's all better.

**here is the problem with that, from a very young age, children are taught to simply SAY sorry, and not actually find remorse in themselves, they just say it whether they mean it or not, and they think there is no difference. The other problem: Even if you ARE sorry, not all things you do can be undone. Not everything IS "okay" now that you are sorry. Some things are unforgivable. It can't always be "all better".

You told me you had changed,
You would treat me so much
Better than before
With your **** attitude
And your **** "love."

And when I called you a liar,
You didn't deny anything.

I just thought of this and wanted to see where it can go. I know I don't have enough followers for this kinda thing but oh well I have 69 (Teehee). The topic is Paradise. Make your own paradise in the form of a poem. Whether your paradise is found within the smile of your crush or a world with no homework I don't care. You have all the power here.
Tag it #paradisechallenge and I'll be checking the tag occasionally to see if anyone even cares. That's all. (fades into darkness)