For the Memoir
I loved all the beginnings
Though the ends collapsed in tears
I could not console them
Busily I hid my trembling and fears
And you could not talk to me
For you too were a new brutality
Along the road I took to love
I now know eagle's cannot be doves
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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