Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Penitence



 He was once.

He was kind.
I know he was.

He was attentive
And knew how to love.

He was gentle,
A porcelaine doll.
He was strong
Never thought he'd ever fall.

He was a dreamer,
A beautiful mind.
He was a warrior 
With the soul of a child.

He wasn't perfect
But he gave me hope.
He gave me life 
With the words he spoke.

That's what he was.
Now he is lost.
Now he is broken
And I think it's my fault.

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