To the little girl who was never mine
Wide-eyed and big, beautiful green eyes
Hair of fire, flickering like a flame
Your hands touch me and make me feel alive
To this, I knew that we could never be
You wanted something that I could not give
Undercover a dangerous game that we play
Ever persistent your essence your gift
With every caress, my fears alight, time be payed
Curse my foolish youth, for I can not commit
My heart is torn in two, damnation my fee
For I have sinned, leaving your core frost-bit
Try as I might, naught I reminisce our conclusive night
I left you with a sour taste, of what a man should be
To this, I am quite contrite; never did I intend to dishonor
Infect your delicate soul, to put up walls where there should never be
For if my epistle you do not read, to all I say: I am sorry that I broke her dreams.
About the Creator
Kevin Klabon
I am an artist, a musician, an author, a poet, a magician of the written word.
I live no life without pen and paper, or a paintbrush in hand.
If you could share your love for what I love, I would love you to the moon.
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