Everyone makes mistakes,
the good,
the bad.
Sometimes they're big,
sometimes they're small.
But the impact,
depends on what went wrong.
They can be small,
like spilling ink,
on a paper;
or they can be big,
like breaking someone's heart,
or taking a life.
But does it matter?
No,
not if you learn.
Your small mistakes,
they don't matter,
so don't dwell on them,
move on.
The big ones,
they don't,
unless they aren't mistakes.
Because you meant it,
all of it :
you faked,
you lied,
you tore my heart,
you left.
Left me for dead,
to drown in my tears.
No,
don't you ever think,
that you'll ever be forgiven,
for what you did,
to me.
"You don't deserve it,"
that's what I'll say,
but I'll make another mistake,
and fall for you again.
Maybe mistakes shouldn't be forgiven.
YOU ARE READING
lightning
Poetry"flashes of lightning they light up the hills visible only for a moment briefly beautiful before being engulfed once again by the storm" _ poetry book
