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I forgave her for eating my chocolate
even though she ate a hole block of it
I Forgave him for forgetting my birthday,
even though hes the reason i was born on that day
I Forgave the puppy
For wanting to use so much of my time for play
I forgave the thief
for taking what wasn't theirs to take
and of all this forgiveness
and all that resent
I find that if I try to forgive myself,
no relief presents itself

anxiety burrows down
and settles itself in your soul,
like a bucket riddled with holes
hope pores strait through my soul
so when i say that you give me forgiveness
when I say your helping me right my wrongs

Don't accept it as a responsibility
take it like a badge of pride
so many wrongs done by my side
that my pride has gathered its things
its no longer with me for the ride


Don't take my forgiveness so willingly,
know that I charge it to you with hope i cannot afford to give
in the hopes that one day
ill be able to forgive
Myself
Another Sunny Day
  Enough to temporally chase the blues away
  Another Sunny Day I wish it could just stay that way
  Another Sunny day to warm my body while I am ill
  Another Sunny day seems to be all too quickly replaced
   in time with a seasons change and a winter's chill
I have been having some health problems and trying to enjoy the sun as I sit in my chair while it is still sunny out.
Do not call me pretty.
Flowers are pretty.
And if pretty is what you're buying,
my heart is not refundable, when you find thorns.
I would think that because you said you loved me,
that maybe would would have realized that I am more the five letters.
Do not call me pretty.
short, rough, but meaningful. Ladies please do not let the opinions of men define you.
Writing has been weird lately i have had lots of ideas but have not been able to make them flow. any suggestions on how to get out of a writers block?
You’re the painter
and
I am the canvas

You mix blues
and purples
into my skin

Your brushes
are the fists
of a flawed
childhood

I am the pale canvas
of
love

I am patient
as your anger
swells

I wait for
your artwork
to form along
my skin

This is sick
I know
But all I can
say is

“Paint me
and
Make me beautiful” -DDF
stay strong, loves
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