Wrong? Poem by Ailill Ailill

Wrong?



Who was wrong?
We both were wrong.
Me, with my lies;
And You,
with that
glare of false pride
A-glazing your eyes.

Now,
These scars,
Hidden within
our hearts.

Can they be forgiven?

Saturday, June 18, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: pride
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