To forgive is our weakness
To pardon a crime so unjustifiable that
Our body shutdown in memory of it
Being static and null in our judges
In respect for our own calmness that
I hope it won't be a calamity of my
Own rationality in how I assume
Which is good and evil.

But somehow, to forget is our prowess
A strength that we teach ourselves so we
May let go of the bad memory
that may strangle us until we retch our spirit away
That's why, we bury it under our soil
And water it in hope
That it blossoms thorn roses so we remember not to touch its stem
And hurt ourselves again.