Forgive Me, Forgive Me Not

By James D. Nunn

What makes poetry such an intriguing writing form? Is its wide range of styles? Whether the poem is a vehicle for storytelling or a foray into the esoteric. Tthe poetry style that a I used shapes the rhythm and mood of the individual poem. Into a idea much broader than one can conceive.

Consider the many styles of writing poetry. Consider your audience. But mostly consider yourself. Can you derive a stable imagination? To put yourself in a moment of derivative.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James D. Nunn
• Release date: May 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224471966

James D. Nunn

My Band: THREE BEERS BEFORE BREAKFAST. My Clothing Brand: NUNNDAWEAR Clothing LLC. My Books: Ripley/Chasing Memories.Maladies Journal. The Saga of Sally. The Definition of Family. The Little Prince and The Little Princess. The Little Circus. Forgive Me. Forgive Me Not.

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Chapter 1

Do You Realize

The  Ooh la la. Oh my don't you know.

There goes the wind again lover.

Blowing so hard and telling my future.

I must go, I must run, as I run far away.

I can't stay here with you this way.

I must run, so far away, I cannot stay.

Show me what it means to have love.

Show me the right way that I should live.

Lead me by your side, my life I give, I give.

If this is it give me love. If this is it let me live.

This is my life to give.

This is my life, this is the one I have to live.

My life I choose to give. Will you help me forgive.

I will do it on my own, I did it all alone again.

Understand there is no more I can take you see.

Show me, show me, hold me, hold me, love me.

I will learn from my mistakes or three.

I could be so brave for you and me.

I will help you clean your scraped hands and knees.

Little things can be so small.

Hear me see me, will you answer my desperate call.

I hold you tight and close in my arms.

Your tender life I keep near without harm.

It's all for you my little loving charm.

No one makes me feel so good like you do.

I only crave more to hold and kiss you.

Why won't this moments last forever and ever.

Nothing I have ever wanted, tramped, I'm not so clever.

Inside my anger subsides, my pleasures are my endeavors.

For several decades popular is what they called you.

Being important makes you feel good too.

You live for the one thing you call attention.

Your addiction is disgusting, you're addicted to recognition.

You are one sorry sad sack of shit, most people