A New Love
When she fell I could not tell
The words spilt on the screen from her heart
There she sat in silence
He could not comprehend the way he hurt her
Only that he stole her heart
Her love
And now all that is left is depression
The aftertaste
He loved her, just like he said
She knew and thought it in her head
Those words that were put together tore her apart
'Because I love you'
The four words he would say
Again and again repeated like a password into her head
Now here she sits as I pray
I love her, but not in his way
He would only have her at his say
Now maybe she can know LOVE
The real kind
The kind that is understanding and does not give orders
The type I have come to know
Through friends, sisters, brothers
People who want to help each other grow
This is the kind I hope she will know
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