“I Do.”

How did we get so real?
Where did we go wrong?
How did we move on?
We both couldn’t get enough!
Tears fall in my frustration.
We both said, “I Do”!

Stop . . .  Stop! Please don’t stop!
Those were the good old days?
We all leave others behind!
Doesn’t matter whose wrong, right?
Life is a perpetual door!
Living in my personal hell.

Standing in front of my mirror.
My reflection is framed therein.
A saint I have been called.
In this world filled with sin.
This has not altered my view.
A trapped twelve-year-old within.