Stolen, dropped and broken
what was precious neglected
healing words ne'er spoken
too late to be corrected
Then I'd do anything to get her
I tore in her heart a hole
young I knew no better
'Twasn't love, but her inner being I stole
If you take a life, a life you give
But when you take a soul
Nothing will you forgive
and the devil takes his toll
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: January 24th, 2024 14:43
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Comments2
Regrets? yeh - me too. Redemption in later life, but life's early transgressions cannot be wiped or excused, in my mind at least...
A short nugget which says it all. Thanks Soren.
Thanks Dave your reads and comments are always appreciated
Such sadly emotive words soren.
Andy
Thanks Andy one must fill the entier spectrum if one is to see the rainbow. Your comments are always so welcome.
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