Memories

The times you spent with them

 

The moments of happiness and joy 

 

Kisses, hugs, and compassion only shown by the truest of men 

 

Those moments will never return, you were merely a boy 

 

A boy raised like a chick under a hen 

 

You are a coward, scared, knowing you played them like a toy 

 

Now you watch them cry in there den 

 

Tears rushing down there eyes, swimming around in them like a Koi

 

Knowing you still can, you choose to slap there feelings with a pan 

 

A pan filled with pain and hatred, hiding your emotions and using a decoy 

 

Never too late, never too soon, get them back and live a life filled with joy...

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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