I wrote this poem for and about my Scottish Ex-Wife.
Didn’t know what you had
Until you lost it,
Didn’t know what you owned
Until you got it,
Didn’t know of your sins
Until you fought it,
Didn’t know what you needed
Until you sought it.
Didn’t know your lies
Until someone spoke them,
Didn’t know of the truth
Until someone wrote them,
Didn’t remembered your dreams
Until someone awoke them,
Didn’t know they died
Until someone chocked them.
Didn’t know you had guilt
Until you cried,
Didn’t know you felt sadness
Until you tried to hide,
Didn’t know you felt shame
Until you lied,
Didn’t know you believed in GOD
Until you asked him why.
Didn’t know you felt sorrow
Until you shed a tear,
Didn’t know that you were scared
Until I saw your fear,
Didn’t know that you hated
Until you were near,
Didn’t know that you were unhappy
Until you looked in a mirror.
Didn’t know who you truly were
Until your ways you sewed,
Didn’t know that you were evil
Until the truth was showed,
Didn’t know you did this before
Until I saw all of your woe,
Didn’t know who you really were
Though I wished then I did know.
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