What is done to create,
Seems easier to take.
When the making is done to do,
To others who disapprove of it.
Until what is done to create,
Becomes realized as a mistake made.
But who is it less appreciative,
On the receiving end.
Believe it should be them to rush,
With offers of forgiveness to give.
Knowing the doing,
Had been inconsiderate and thoughtless.
Who is it that devoted,
To maintaining of a heartbreak.
And remembered emotional pain.
Who is it that has been programmed,
To forget an intention meant done to do.
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