I might just have to forgive you

I don't want to know.

I don't want to hear your words,

or listen to what you have to say.

And though I did once,

that time has passed,

your last chance blew away

with the sands of time.
 

I don't want to see you sorry,

I don't want you on your knees,

begging to come back to me.

Because I might just have to forgive you

if you do.

The End

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