February 19, 2014

 

 

 

 

In the year before he came;

her life unchallenged, without aim.

No wish had she to be tied down.

She was content to paint the town.

 

In the year before he came,

she ran wild and reckless without shame.

No responsibility was she looking for.

Her feet free to dance the floor.

 

In the year before he came,

her life fell apart; she was to blame.

She reached an all time low;

only days of heartache did she know.

 

In the year before he came,

she saw his face, and heard his name.

But never for a moment thought,

that by the love-bug she’d get caught.

 

In the year before he came,

she played and lost a dangerous game.

In the wings he waited to hold her hand,

and never judging, took command.

 

In the year before he came,

when life could never be the same,

he picked up the pieces of her heart,

and nevermore were they to part.

 

 

 

 

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