Dear Girl

It seems I’ve lost my gentleness.

It walked away with my last kiss,

Said, “Goodbye, old friend.

I’ll see you soon,”

But I haven’t seen it since.

Anger soon encroached it’s home—

A melancholy tantrum known

Only by those affected—

And simply settled in.

Finding out my passiveness

Is something to be keen.

I’ve changed, and those around me

Don’t like what they see.

Friends were lost,

But battles won,

And the war had just begun.

A retriet was never optional,

Nor fighting without sound.

I hit the streets with feet running,

Never made it past the ground.

I’ll make it home again some day.

I’ll find another place

For gentleness to settle in

And brush across your face.


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