His Heart
His Heart: Drew Lancaster
Slow to anger
Easily hurt
Love always given
Seeing each worth
Despised for this
Some a reaction sought
Only love they would get
Sold though never bought
Alone it was destined
Desolate to sit
Always giving
Sadly never to get
A smile all the while
If time was coming soon
All that wrought tears that bought
The dream never to come true
Dieing on that day
Grace a tear and smile
All grace ever knew
It was his certain style
Oh the final breath
His last words to say
Love is a butterfly wings of green
Closed his eyes to fly away
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