𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕓𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕠

𝗜 𝗱𝗼

I promised you a poem

I promised you my heart

I promised you my soul

And I begged, "Do not depart. . ,"

I don't regret taking all your love

I don't regret basking in your glory

I don't regret your soft, pink lips

For I told you, "You're worth more than me."

I treasured every word that slipped out of your mouth

I treasured every breathless grin

I treasured every inch of your skin

You heard as I sang into the cold night, "You're all I need."

How many times

Do I have to tell you?

It won't make a difference what we want. . .

For "I will always love you."

Alone,
Margo.