Wednesday 8 March 2017

Different shoe.

You cry when I bleed,
But it's not for me, its for you.
It's for the fear that you have,
Of what I need to do,
But mainly it's fear,
Of how you'll be affected.
I understand now,
How life's changed to his 'expected'.
My protection now,
Is primarily for you.
My foot, so strong before,
Is now inside a different shoe.






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