To know the affects of neglect to accept,
Without expressing any hint of bitterness left...
Is not expected.
Especially if known by the ones,
Who have come to do a negligence done...
To someone intended and meant,
Never to believe...
One day they would be begging,
For a forgiveness to them given.
And leaving with guilt to still feel.
'How many times can I say I am sorry?
How many times can I relive,
Mistakes to do to know them made? '
~Hmmm.
I don't know.
I've never been asked that question before.
How many times,
Would you like me to remember...
A forgiveness to you given,
I had already gave? ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem