why is it that i forgive so easily?
why do i always weigh intentions instead of faulting stupidity
when stupidity, that fickle fool
caused us such grave heartache
and for what
why is it that i forgive so easily?
and risk my feather heart
exposed
a brothel for sentiment
care murdered and never returned
screaming out to be ****** over
by another
time
after
time
why is it that i forgive so easily?
and allow anger to fade
lay waiting for recognition
discard all ammunition
and tell myself once more
that *it is all worth it
I can forgive, and i can look past things. But somewhere in the hidden idealist part of my being, i cant come to terms with how the people i least expect, are the ones that give me the most to look past. then of course its me i blame, for being so **** weak.