2/5/2014
Parachute
She was a girl afraid.
He was a boy full of rage.
But though he was complicated she was his night in shining armor.
He had tried not to,
Not to hurt her sweet, pure heart.
But he couldn't do that unless they were apart.
He twisted her heart,
He filled her with pain.
But she only thought of it was a light rain.
She learned to live with it,
Saw good in this,
This thing that would only hurt her.
She was there for him,
And took it when he would shoot.
In the end she was always his parachute.
