Let me hold your hand
Before you fade away
Because god knows
I can no longer keep the demons at bayTie me to the mast
Before I jump over board
Because god knows
You're the only one I've ever adoredI don't mind if a single last whiff of your rose perfume
Comes with a thousand stabs of thorn
Because god knows
I need you to make me feel rebornI beg to take your place
As my life's final goal
Because god knows
I can't let him steal your soulBut you were wrenched from my grasp
Before I could offer one final plea
Even though god fvcking knew
How much you meant to me
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Tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence