It's true; You left me.
Your tired eyes walked around the workplace.
No smile passed from your lips today.
No kisses will cross my lips: from yours to mine,
And all over again.
For you will never know the way I love...
I love, I love, I love your soul.
You're words cut right through me,
all of me, which we thought was empty & shallow.
But truth be told.. there's more to me
More than you will ever see.
Like thousands of razor blades,
you cut deep within me.
You held the key & you held it tight.
Never using it against me.
I trusted you.
I let you in,
But instead you let me go.
Fear is merely an option you chose to use.
Love is a choice, which you did not make.
Mark my words, I'll be gone before eight.
In the end, with all honesty, you are innocent & naive.
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