Lost Identity

Lost identity

She stands in the alley, being thrashed verbally
The words that she hears, are bringing her to tears
Her weakness is her love; she is as pure as a dove
And the blue in her eyes, turned like the black misty skies

While he watched his precious Sally cry within the valley
He looked upon their years, and thought of all her fears
It was time he took his glove off, and watched her from above
Then he took off his disguise, and whispered his goodbyes

No longer would he hurt her, and his heart began to stir
He needed to deter, so he said they never were.

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This it dedicated to Marc. (Yellow) thanks for your help :-)