When I Met You
When I first met you,
I was at a low place,
I didn’t know what to do.
You held out a hand,
Said it was okay,
And you said you’d understand.
I fell in love,
But was it wrong?
I never knew what you were made of.
You had a heart of ice.
I don’t know why I ever,
I tried to be nice.
You hurt me in ways,
I didn’t know I could be.
But I was hurt for days,
Weeks, Months.
We went our separate ways.
A.B.
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