April 15, 2009

Que va.
He will never say he was wrong,
         not even in his distant thoughts
Tu ve.
His life as a child was bitter,
         and he swore I could fix it and make it better
He soon realized I couldn’t,
         but found another person,
         that was even more wounded
It made him feel better to know,
         she experienced the same type of ruin
         No se. 
Pero I offered my very best,
         yet — he would not accept
         What a mess.
Se fue.
And he will never regret, nor remember,
         all the times my pride was surrendered
So I bid these wounded children farewell,
         as I move forward unloaded…
         Completamente sin dolores.

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