Once.

Once I was the anchor,

That kept you from drifting away,

The rock against the wind,

And clouds of stormy grey.

Once I was the lover,

That never touched your skin,

The one that saw your true self,

The one you kept within.

Once there was a story,

Of a boy and a girl,

And a friendship found,

As rare as an ocean pearl.

Once upon a time,

Perhaps it was pretend,

And all great untold stories,

Still have some sort of end.

 

 

 

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