Impulsive Evils.

Taking and stealing, without permission,
all my freedom and essence of happiness
This, is something you will never have.
Not acting the way you act,
Not behaving the way you behave
feeling the best and only of the place and time.

I wish you could hear and not forget what I said so many times - and say
I want you to remember all the words,
that even if not sung,
could be a melody to your ears
ah, it could be.
So many times I almost sent to kill my soul for you
So many times that I felt - and feel - ungrounded, even being on it,
My only safe haven.

Patterns of life not followed
steps not taken, but rewound
Looking back, shouting trespasses in my face,
which I can never forget.
Just forgive.

All I wish is that you open your eyes and reach what is right in front of you
Is that your inner feel and envision your own impulsive evils
before they are thrown against those who just wish you well.
(and yet you only see what you want, yet you do not see)