rigo

rigo

A Poem by taylorrose

i think its cute

how you try to win a fight

i think its cute how i make you food

its cute

but whats even more

is your my best friend

someone who makes me laugh

who i love hanging with

its so amazing

just to see you smile

but i know i hurt you

i blame myself

cause theres noone but me

i think i owe you so much

but im not sure how to give it

im not sure how to recieve it

i take a day at a time

but never seems like enough

rigo my friend

im sorry really sorry

i know its not much but its all i got

for now

© 2011 taylorrose


Author's Note

taylorrose
my friend im sorry

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A poem asking for forgiveness. Good to desire forgiveness. You may not get what you desire. The effort can make you forgive yourself. Most of us will trip-up and make mistakes. A wise person doesn't do it twice. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


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A poem asking for forgiveness. Good to desire forgiveness. You may not get what you desire. The effort can make you forgive yourself. Most of us will trip-up and make mistakes. A wise person doesn't do it twice. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very expressive regarding the fear of ruining a frienship it love is unrequited. Nice write:)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love your poems, how they're so short always carry a strong message or feeling. This is yet another one of your amazing pieces. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on December 5, 2011
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taylorrose
taylorrose

marshalltown, IA



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