He makes me want to leave
But I never fail to stay
He makes me cry; I cry all night
He then says sorry the next day
I accept him and his flaws
Because love's grip on me is strong.
And yet, sometimes I wonder that
Its influence will not last long
After all, I'm just a girl
I'm not some kind of martyr
If you won't treat me like you should
Then we will go no further
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martyrdom
Poetrylittle trinkets that hit you right on that spot in your heart, the one that you thought was closed off, but is actually the source of what? of e...
