BUT HE DID LEAVE
I laughed at him: my little boy,
He was so helpless next to hurt,
So frail and weak, that I enjoyed
Saying him the curces that'll be heard.
I played with him like with nice toy,
Then threw away because of bore,
I never noticed I destroy
His world and make his pure heart sore...
And now I freaky understand,
That I can't beg him to forgive,
Foresee his love to me on hand...
I'm crying for him - but he did leave