writing Was it a choice?

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It was only a choice.

And I meant no harm by it.

 

It was only me against you.

And I am sorry for what was said.

 

With eyes that lie, and mouths that see no truth.

All I ever really wanted was peace amongst angst.

Anything else was of lesser importance than you.

And my tears now know the wanting you cried for.

What I knew not, tried and died for.

In any others mind, but not mine.

 

It was only a choice.

And I forgot the consequences.

I was alone, and you were there.

All my tears of welled up sadness.

Justified by angels soft wing,

Draped about my like king's glory.

Knowing only the soft touch of maiden's grace.

 

It was only a choice.

One of many that we are all forced unto.

And without kindess spared by you, as one of the few,

I would not wish for this existence.

Know not the fire that claimed my heart.

Or perhaps the fire that was a mere spark.

 

Containment unnesesary by you or even me.

 

 

 

 

-David Favret

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I really like this one. The theme of wanting forgiveness for one's mistakes is depicted beautifully with a lot of emotion and powerful imagery. I can relate to this kind of feeling a lot.