Blame
Not happy with how this turned out.
Blame
A sweet young girl, thought pure, but shy
Perhaps unwilling to share her heart.
Timid with a smile that made him cry
Eager, it seemed, to play her part.
Their tale one of constant woe
Their torments clear right from the start.
The boy was drawn to that inner glow
It made him pause – he felt complete
Heart fluttering as it brought him low.
It came to nothing but defeat
The boy turned man was broken down
Found and beaten by girl so sweet.
And now he staggers, his spirit shot
Both children lost, since she forgot.
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