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...poem...
This is a poem I wrote not too long ago.
You ask if I'm a fake,
And tears streak down my face.
My love for you struggles to beat back
The pain that is trying to bloom in its place.
You taught me to love again,
Do you now question your work?
Do you wish for it all to be false
And my emotions only a paper wall behind which I lurk?
I tell you now that's not true.
If I have no heart, it's because it belongs to you.
"All my heart and half my soul"
While the words are borrowed, the feeling is true.
If I was false
Would I cry myself to sleep?
If I didn't love you,
Would your words cut as deep?
Despite the voice that screamed protests,
I offered you half of my soul.
If I hadn't would I feel so lost and alone,
When you're not with me to make it whole?
Do your painful words stem from doubts?
Or perhaps a wish to be free?
I want to soothe the first,
An pray it's not desire to be free of me.
But what can I do ashke,
Until I know the reason why?
It seems I must sit and wait for you,
As I struggle not to cry.
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