She laughs to herself,
Constantly in a battle of self doubt.
Climbing to her wits end,
Another piece of her heart to mend.
She climbed mountains to get to you.
She lost her glory, and self right true.
She tried but failed every other time.
She took your love, as her crime.
Now she stands there,
But you haven't got any care.
You lost her once, twice, you will lose her again.
Another forgotten heart to mend.
She stood by you in your weakest times.
Your love was her crime.
She will keep on loving you, you still own her heart.
She will keep on forgiving you, until you tear her apart.
©terrylin53
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