That I have ever hurt you.
I want to grab the washcloth of remorse
And wipe my soul for a regeneration.
I want to take hold of the garden hose
And clear the path to the mending of our relation.
I want to be a morning dew,
I want to be the one with you,
I want to be a butterfly,
I want to be a…, you try.
Footsteps of errors may becloud our soul,
Soap of repentance shall save the show.
Armed with regrets and sympathy in the core,
I hope to rediscover my peaceful shore.
Here I ‘m holding a rose,
Take it and accept my remorse.
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Poets United(Forgiveness)