Untitled by Brandon Edwards
She cried in front of me for the first time
And I realized how delicate the heart can be.
But since I didn’t realize before the outcome was set
Only thing was I couldn’t see.
And with my ignorance at play,
I blindly me the criteria for breaking a heart.
I mean I literally ripped it apart.
And with that as a casualty
I only understood a small truth through my actions.
Just a part of a piece broke off from a small fragment.
At the moment I didn’t see her confidence fading deserting
What is now a cacone compared to the once lively butterfly she was.
And truth is I cry cause this tragedy was written by my hands
And although it may do no good, I say softly with strong sincerity,
I am sorry.
But that hardly makes anything ok.
Her heart struggles through the pain day by day.
By Brandon Edwards