She Was Ripped Away From Me
She was there,
Metres from me,
Not knowing my presence,
Not seeing me in the crowd.
The bomb went off,
She was only 13,
Out helping the wounded,
Keeping them alive.
But in the end,
Her heart of gold,
Killed her,
My Primrose.
Why wasn't it me?
The girl who had killed,
Not innocent Prim,
Who would never hurt a fly.
She was taken away from me,
Set alight to burn,
Killed in a war,
She wasn't meant to be in.
All I ever tried to do,
Was protect her,
So I failed,
She died and I lived.
All the sacrifices I made,
To keep her safe,
And the minute I wasn't there,
She was ripped away from me.
Maybe it was my fault,
Punished for my crimes,
Maybe in the end,
I killed her,
My Primrose.