Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Missing Half

The one man trusted most
was suddenly no longer a part of her life.
Security and comfort was what seemed to have been lost.
All that had been left were unanswered questions,
questions that one desperately seeked.
From that day on,
she seemed to have been missing a part of her that was once so grand.
Dull smiles and eyes filled with sorrow were surfaced.
The flame within slowly dying,
his touch being the only source of light.
Being drawn into temptations caused the most damage,
knowing no knowledge of the wrong.
As time passes the lost soon returns,
Still learning the meaning of forgiveness, accepts.
Not wanting to follow in the fools footsteps.

-d.n.

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