If only the tides could wash away my sins,
If only I could celebrate my wins,
Without feeling the guilt of my previous words.
Words that stab in the dark like a shard of a mirror,
That reflects the real you.
The devil hidden in your visage,
Disguised by your built up image.
If only your apologies repaired the past,
If only forgiveness was meant to last,
Without betraying their trust.
Trust you ...