Jules
I once knew a girl that I loved very much,
and I knew she loved me, too.She was the little sister that I never had
and she made me feel it was true.
But I did some things that I can't forget,
and I hurt her really bad.
To this day I can't forgive myself
for becoming so damn mad.
Knowing I caused her so much pain,
whether it was inward or outside,
made me feel like the monster I was,
and I wished that I had died.
I didn't see her for many years,
and when I did I felt ashamed.
I never knew how hurt she was
or how much of me she blamed.
I've had the chance to see her now,
and she is quite a woman now.
I hate I missed all the years to see
her mature into who she is now.
She is still the funny girl she always was,
but she is also serious when needs be.
I only hope that now I can let her know
just what she meant, and means, to me.
B Heath Harris/(c) 2009
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