Would you still love me, if I did something wrong? Very, very wrong. Not just something simple as forgetting your birthday or a slip of an old lover's name. Much worst and much more dark.
Would you still love me, if I hurt people? Not in self-defense or something that would be seen as just or righteous. Not just a few people. I mean if I hurt a lot of people. Could you dare?
Would you still love me, if my hands were covered in blood and ash? What if I ruined empires and whole nations by the slight motions of my hands? Would you still hold them?
Would you still love me, if I went mad with power and became toxic? Would you still see the man and not the monster? Would you forgive such terrible behavior? Would I be worth such forgiveness?
Tell me, would you still forgive? Would you still love me as much as you declare now and here?
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Poetry of the Tides
PoetryA series of poems with different meanings and moods. They are all here and have been here a good time from the tides of my mind. I give you some entries of earnest tidings.
