Too Late My Love
Incest
stole her hopes and plans,
and now too late she understands,
that she was worthy
of the chance
at happiness and true romance.
Now she just sits
with broken hands
with blinded eyes,
and shattered bands,
to contemplate
the worst of crimes...........
a thief who stole,
her gift of time.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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