Losing Her
She wanted to run,
To end her life with a gun.
She had no hope,
For what would come to be,
She wanted to flee,
She put the gun to her head,
And wished to be dead.
But the boy walked in,
The one not of a friend.
He wanted never again,
To leave her side,
Afraid of what he would find.
For he loved her,
And she loved him too.
Never again would would he say goodbye.
Only hi,
When each morning,
He woke up,
By her side....
How much he loved her,
He Could never dream of losing her.
Copyright © Danielle Deason | Year Posted 2013
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