Loving them at the last
Was like crawling over broken glass.
Working our way on bended knees
Attached to them we beg and plead.
I knew of such a soul so well
In the darkness she did dwell,
Caught in the weakness of despair
Her tears and pain I heard in there.
In the shadow of her room
She huddled in her lovelorn doom,
She felt the pain of love lost
Fell for someone and paid the cost.
I hoped that she would just stay strong
For as time starts to pass along,
It would get easier overtime
And learn to find self love sublime.
But I knew this was not to be,
She would take him back you see
And let him control and manipulate again
Put her through another round of pain.
She did not realise she was worth lots more
And that she should not open up her door,
And allow him to walk right in
She the door mat, over her he would be walking.
I think that she was confused about love
Because she did not love herself enough.
And because she yearned to be cared for,
She would give anything to be adored.
But as she sat alone in gloom
In the privacy of her room,
She did not realize that I loved her so
In a way she would never know.
I felt her pain as I heard her cry
Felt her heartbreak as if it were mine.
In that gray dark place where she reminisced
About a broken love like this.
fauxcroft 
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