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Lasandu Samarathunga Poem
In the shadows i lay not one to shield
A tender heart , like a daisy in a field.
Yet with theswe broken hands i took my stand
to guard from harm , you , the fairest of all my land
But with each punch i dealt , i only caused you pain
Every step i took , these fists with blood i stain
Each desperate move i made , my bloodlusts dance
i swear i never meant to hurt you under any circumstance
These bloodied hands could never learn to love
no one can change my ways , not even the gods above
In an attempt to embrace your heart and keep it safe
I became the sculptor of its eventual chafe
Hell if i could go back and rewrite this wretched past
To kiss your wounds and heal them at last
On my knees i plead forgiveness for your heart
In seeking to protect i only tore it further apart
Copyright © Lasandu Samarathunga | Year Posted 2025
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