Transition needs a little work, but it's to be expected; I finished this poem during the down time of my Cat6 testing.
And thanks to you she�s hurt,
She�s been battered, defiled, and weakened;
She�s been treated like utter dirt.
I remember how it used to be. . .
She was always so kind and strong. . .
She protected me more than I did her.
Perhaps I did something wrong. . .
I probably should�ve been by her more.
I never expected such a loss.
I suppose now I�m paying the price,
But I cannot bear the cost.
I didn�t give her what she needed,
So she had to run to you.
I was always afraid of her getting hurt,
But I never thought my nightmare would come true.
I know I must�ve caused her pain. . .
But it was you who tore her apart!
You took an angel and you broke her soul,
And then you torched her heart!
I won�t leave her to be with you!
Now is not the time for me to grieve.
There�s still time for me to heal her.
If you would just let her leave. . .
She�s lost now. . .I can�t save her.
You�ve got her just out of my reach.
A few simple words might�ve helped her earlier.
But I never was one to preach.
I wish I would�ve intervened,
But now it�s much too late.
You lured her with temptation,
And then my angel took the bait.
My blindfold has been lifted;
I see you moving in for the kill. . .
I never would�ve saw this coming;
An angel. . . . . .destroyed by a pill.