I'm sorry I couldn't save you, child.
My thoughts of you run fast sometimes
And in those times, I weep to the angels, child.
I fear my punishment and accept same time,
And for a time, it ran my behavior, child.
I can't break free or run from your eyes
And I don't deserve peace or a savior, child.
A love that never reached existence, despite my
persistence to pursue your face, hands, and smile
Despite my pleas that fell on determined ears
And I stand, sad and branded in my psyche, now.
Not likely to reach peaceful years and all the while
I picture possible toes and ears
And fast come the tears.
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