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