Small stories by a small girl #47

he had given her so much
he showed her so many new things
all the while, just being there
he had no real idea
of how much he meant to her
how he had become a way of survival
of brighter days
of new pianos and wonders
there was so much good in him
so much pureness
she was crumbled and burned
her edges were sharp
she would only hurt him
he could not get hurt
so this would be final
oh, but love never is