Word Art
Words are my art
My power, my life
And if used in such fashion
Twice as sharp as a knife
Always aware of my passion
My true talent and meaning
One person polished it bright
Brought out strong by one being
To him I'll always be grateful
Though I doubt he's aware
We were closer than close once
But severed the bond that we shared
Redefined did we
That lost meaning of love
For a time did he
Protect all the above
For once I was not the strong one
Everything hard did not fall to me
The most agonizing thing I've ever done
Was leaving him, for loving him, and protecting he
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