Forgive the noise


A butterfly growing

wings to fly.

A sick twisted child

an angry goodbye.

Hurt me I'll bite back.

Don't you dare touch me again.

I put my trust in you,

my longest best friend.

Why did I forgive you,

some people may wonder.

But you always forgive the noise

no matter how loud the thunder.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just one of those poems you write that are about people you read about, you know when your heart goes out to them...

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