Seven days his week is hard fought
in which he’s thankful always for
Six years old he fell in love
for the first time, his eternal dove
Five since his heart was ripped out
losing faith in all that life’s about
Four years to fulfil a dream
to live the life that should’ve been
Three it’s almost been since he went
in which his spirit was heaven-sent
Two the number he wishes
when thinking of you
One is he, with his dreams of home
and imagination, sadly alone
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on December 13, 2012
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