A Premonition Condition

To my future heart:

I know that
I can sometimes be
just  like a hurricane
when  the gusts of  words
lay scattered like debris
upon  a coastal plain

you can rest assured,
I meant  no harm
my heart is always true
even when my voice lacks charm
my life was truly blessed by you.

Still, I would give
the moon,  and stars
for one chance to atone
woeful those  hurtful words,
now seen in a myriad of scars
 
As I now  live, alone on my own
I know that I was in the wrong
pray, and hope you'll hear my plea
yet though I am wholly weak,
I know that you are strong
and I pray that you'll still forgive me...