Sunday, March 19, 2023

Tell Me

I still have more to give

for a life that we could live.

But we are victims of theft.

And there isn’t still much left.


My heart still yearns for you,

But my head thinks we are through,

I  am just not sure what is more,

Everything we could try, we’ve tried before.


Still, there is something you should know,

I do not wish to let you go.

I think there is logic in the heart,

To not want to be torn apart.


I still believe in a hope,

That we can still  learn to cope.

To be together as one,

That the impossible can be done.


Tell me I am not wrong,

Tell me I’m not being strung along,

Tell me this does not irk,

Tell me we can still make it work.

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