History as They Know It

History as They Know It

A Poem by kenny

What people think,
has a funny flow. 
While others shrink,
some grow. 
But all in time shall change you see. 
For joy can never truly be. 

I held her dearest, 
right next to my heart.
Though I saw her clearest, 
as she played her part, 
how was I supposed to see, 
how cruel love could be. 

For as hard as I tried,
as long as I stayed. 
I only cried,
for her I prayed. 
For she couldn't see, 
how happy we'd be. 

She sits on her throne,
as life passes me by,
leaving me all alone,
labeled the bad guy. 
For how could they see,
how hurt that makes me. 

© 2013 kenny

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Added on November 10, 2013
Last Updated on November 10, 2013



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