by Marie Herron

Created on: April 07, 2009

Weak was I

Couldn't speak, like shy

Not even to inquire as to why

Left you, I

Cold, alone

Flung like stone

Yet, when you came back

I let you in, like home

I guess glad, I

You were back where you belonged

Maybe love you better, could I?

Scented love letters, wrote I

You assured me no more goodbyes

Tears streaming down my eyes

Never again you say

Mistakes made

You can't be blamed

No idea had you,

It caused such pain.

Not your fault

Just growing then...

Young as I, I understand

Must be boy,

Before you be man.

Hold no regrets,

Nothing in vain.

If one knows not true love

One wouldn't understand.

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