I know who I am and I know what I've been, i miss who I was but I won't change till I lose him. When eyes look into mine, I'll walk away slow, as my hands turn to ice. I'll search for forgiveness and comfort, where I know I'll be safe but when she turns me away, I'll need to leave, and I love her, I do, but if we go on this way for much longer, how long before I get bored?
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PuisiSilly poems I write Whether in the dead of night Or when the sun shines bright
