Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Dr. Time

She feels like she's broken
She's missing a part
Unable to love
With all of her heart

This piece of her soul
She gave it away
Too young and reckless
To realize she'd pay

A wound gone unwashed
Scabbed over unclean
Given no time
To heal properly

Infection of heart
Painful yet hidden
Holding her back from the man
Whom she's smitten

An abscess of soul
Cut open and washed
She can begin
To replace what she lost

Time is her friend
With a healing embrace
As it continues
A glow returns to her face

It may take a while
Or no time at all
I just want her to know
I'll be there to catch her if she falls

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