he who was never mine
wanders lost
and then comes into my open arms
weeping with relief
lulled to sleep by my cracked bleeding lullaby
he who was never mine
hunts the doe in my forest
but only for the chase
abandoning
she that lies scarlet on the forest floor
he who was never mine
sings my praises carelessly
as if he does not see
that i know they mean nothing to him
and everything to me
he who was never mine
has boundless energy
regaling me with the stories
already etched in my soul
tales of a time gone...going...gone.
soon i will walk on
but he will follow
unable to leave
not knowing that he should stay here
in my heart
he who was never mine
would be safe with me
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