Fu-Ji-Tsu
Looking at you, I felt regret in my eyes. Why did I accidentally hurt you? I'm really sorry for everything I did. If only I could go back in time and repair everything, but the damage has been done.
Now I looked at you once again; your eyes were devoid of anger, it was replaced with joy that radiates from the heart. That smile of yours which spoke volumes and were you blushing? It made sense, in a few days-you would be an adult.
As for me, I don't know anymore. Sometimes, I wonder if you'll actually forgive me. But it seems that it wasn't the case; you're still disappointed with what I have done. I can't do anything, I had to accept that wounds can't heal quickly.
You smile widely on the outside, but what does it reflect on the inside? That mask that you wore was a sign that says "I'm not alright"
No one notices since they are all excited for your big day; and that's the way that you wanted it to be.
Those elegant fairy wings are fragile, just like your spirit. That is why I feel so guilty; it was akin to ripping those precious wings apart from your back. Blood spilling over my fingers as you wailed in pain.
Now you understand why I wanted to disappear; the guilt was eating me alive. What kind of a monster would do such a thing, to rip apart the freshly sprouted wings of a young adult. Yes, it was unintentional; but I know that it has hurt you deeply.
I wonder why I'm still alive. I can't bear to look at your picture anymore, that smile is driving me insane. How do you remain happy, even if you're hurt? And sometimes, I wonder if you'll eventually forgive me for accidentally ripping your wings apart.
The sound of the klaxon snapped my senses back into reality, or as I would call it: prison. I saw your message, it seems that you're inviting me to your debut.
Now you're inviting the very person who ripped your wings apart?!
I don't know what to do anymore...
You're a forgiving soul..
And I realized it, you just learned how to let go. Maybe its time for me to do the same thing, since I'll also become an adult just like you. I would sprout my wings and fly away. But before that, I must clear the baggage that I'm carrying around.
Once I do that, I hope I can fly with you once again on the clear blue sky and forget that this incident happened.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to pick out a dress.
Now I looked at you once again; your eyes were devoid of anger, it was replaced with joy that radiates from the heart. That smile of yours which spoke volumes and were you blushing? It made sense, in a few days-you would be an adult.
As for me, I don't know anymore. Sometimes, I wonder if you'll actually forgive me. But it seems that it wasn't the case; you're still disappointed with what I have done. I can't do anything, I had to accept that wounds can't heal quickly.
You smile widely on the outside, but what does it reflect on the inside? That mask that you wore was a sign that says "I'm not alright"
No one notices since they are all excited for your big day; and that's the way that you wanted it to be.
Those elegant fairy wings are fragile, just like your spirit. That is why I feel so guilty; it was akin to ripping those precious wings apart from your back. Blood spilling over my fingers as you wailed in pain.
Now you understand why I wanted to disappear; the guilt was eating me alive. What kind of a monster would do such a thing, to rip apart the freshly sprouted wings of a young adult. Yes, it was unintentional; but I know that it has hurt you deeply.
I wonder why I'm still alive. I can't bear to look at your picture anymore, that smile is driving me insane. How do you remain happy, even if you're hurt? And sometimes, I wonder if you'll eventually forgive me for accidentally ripping your wings apart.
The sound of the klaxon snapped my senses back into reality, or as I would call it: prison. I saw your message, it seems that you're inviting me to your debut.
Now you're inviting the very person who ripped your wings apart?!
I don't know what to do anymore...
You're a forgiving soul..
And I realized it, you just learned how to let go. Maybe its time for me to do the same thing, since I'll also become an adult just like you. I would sprout my wings and fly away. But before that, I must clear the baggage that I'm carrying around.
Once I do that, I hope I can fly with you once again on the clear blue sky and forget that this incident happened.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to pick out a dress.
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