Such is the pain
It refuse to die
Tears flow copiously
Even if the heart says hold on
How long will I endure
How long will I put up with the charade
So worthless you make my presence
Dissolving all my love
I tried
But we have drifted apart
Beyond the insignificant years.
While my grievance edges with your steady crescendo of insensitivity
It's just our blossoming innocence
That holds me back to this charade.
©LR
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