Your love is an innocence
stripped of its right.
Battered and bruised
left living in fright.
Your love is an innocence
taken.
Red blood in snow
contrasting and forsaken.
Your love is an innocence
lost
thawing snow
left naked in the morning frost.
What have you done? Where can I go to make you see? Words seep out through my eyes- looks like teardrops on your cheeks, that rain. Sorry is a sorry word that can mean nothing. It leaves you empty. It never does its job. No words can amount to describe the regret I feel. I don't think you will ever understand my love.
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