a clear heart
with specks of dirt
the words didn’t heal
the words did hurt

i looked at the coin
i looked at one side
i held it like that, forever
i hurt the other side’s pride

people are and people will be
not saints but like you and me
i point at you, you point at me
this wasn’t what we were supposed to be

i listen to you, you listen to me
a piece of peace then we might find
i understand you, you understand me
with strings of love, the hearts we bind

at times, you unknowingly hurt someone. maybe, you were short-sighted.

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