Forgiveness.

I wrote this about a year ago. Just wanted to share(:

Forgiveness.

Maybe he didn't mean it.
All those nasty things he said.
Or are those nasty things not nasty things?
At least not to him, I think.

How about the sweet nothings that he whispered?
Did he mean them?
Oh why! Why did she put all those things in her heart?
Her delicate heart, Hurts.

But who would notice the tears that dried?
Who can see beyond that lovely smile?


Memories, let it pass.
Let time dissolve every memory.
Then, forgiving him for the hurt is easy.
But how to forget the excruciating pain when the heart was hurt?