You say you love me,
so much you'd die for me.
If I didn't need you this much,
I'd ask you to prove it.
But death wouldn't look good on you anyway.
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Tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence
Prove It
You say you love me,
so much you'd die for me.
If I didn't need you this much,
I'd ask you to prove it.
But death wouldn't look good on you anyway.