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You Cried, But I Mollified
I know you doubted, and maybe feared,
I know you shouted, and ran away,
You tore your books, and maybe teared,
Teared tears of pain, upon what you say...
You wrote poems, yet erased them all,
You grabbed a pencil, broke it in two,
You ran and prayed you wouldn’t fall,
You prayed that things become new...
I know your pain, what sufferance you dealt,
I heard your cry, you held back nothing,
I know how you feel, and what you felt,
Your despair I could hear, fear coming...
But now I wish to show, with my pencil,
That you shouldn’t doubt nor act coy,
That you shouldn’t shout nor run peril,
My words create tears, tears of joy...
But I am not false, and I promise you so,
What I say I must do, man of word,
God forbid my feet my love where it go,
Only to the one at moments heard...
I only know a few words, for you only,
I write down what I feel, love be mine,
What could be coincidence haply,
Yet never my love be mine but yours.
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