Member Rara Avis
America the beautiful
Well, now where to start? *places foot in mouth*
I know some people that I used to get along with great. They are the ones I addressed in the poem. These people used to be so nice, and I can't think of them in that way anymore. They did something awful-I can't say too much about it-but it hurt a friend of mine very severely, and indirectly hurt me. These two hurt him more than they will ever know. I wish I could talk it out with them, but I know that is not the best idea. I had to get this out of me, so I wrote it out, and I know it is not the most clear, but maybe now it will be. Thank you for your reply, Denise. I hope this explanation helped.
"Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low,
But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..."