I wish I was weak enough to cry in front of you
I wish I was humble enough to tell you the truth
The truth was I didn't want to say goodbye
I didn't shed tears for you then, but now they don't dry.
Maybe if I hadn't said all that I've said.
Maybe you'd still be loving me, loving me till the end.
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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...
