It's hard to find the words
To say that I love you.
I guess I won't for now,
Which might be for the best
Because you'll probably
Be gone by morning.
Just like the rest of them.
I'll tell myself that
Maybe you're different,
Maybe you'll stay awhile.
I hope I'm right this time,
All of the other times
I have been wrong
And I was left with
Tears on my face
And in my heart.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
