John Patrick Robbins

Sad soul broken and lost. Used so easily abused forgotten. And tossed. I recall the man so very few will ever know. The man behind the words. A tree amoungst a forrest that still found the courage to grow. We both found comfort in that far off place. They tried to to destroy you. Pain so easily hidden behind such a gentle face. We did part in such a bitter way. Sometimes even the most well intended love will betray. I watched you break knowing I was the cause. Like some doomed love story. Without a rewind or pause. You are that one man that does not exist. A perfect heart. And though I try to erase your memory does presist. I question how could I hurt somone as gentle as you. But time only increases the mystery. Of wounds that were old that still bleed new. I wish only to reach out and tell you why. But my words become trapped. As so I fail everytime I try. And in the park amoungst the memories and singing birds. Often I recall that gentle soul. For i did know the man behind the words