I was wrong
they believed me and mine...
they knew all
but they didn't want to walk with me
now I withdraw my allegations.
they were my lady-loves.
I make a mistake second times..
they didn't help me
they didn't believe me I could
they maintain a distance
they even laugh at me and mine..
they are my neighbors and near and dear ones..
she was was also divided
into two parts..
of course for myself..
I judge two.
I was with her equally
but hurt her..
I could not...
she is now my dear mother..
I do it for muss...
I am sorry...
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We all make mistakes; however, we should always learn for the better. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.