Forlorn - Keepsake

Come walk a mile in my shoes

Before you write me off

Your actions prove you cunning

My actions overlooked

No longer will I misjudge

On the account of my lust

I often wonder what’s become

Of what I’ve grown to know

To know as love

I reminisce of days gone by

Your innoncence gone

Now you spread your wings and fly

Away

Why can’t I find

That deep inside

What you once were

It troubles me

But now I see, why you must leave

Time again

Damaged fate