Love is what I would call it
If only I had the time
To be kind to my heart
It would not be resentful
And mad at what is left
for the heart to hold on to
I loved the heart that is lost
But then I had no chance to tell
But is it only only me to get hurt
My heart? I ask
Why did you leave,
Did you know I loved?
Maybe I should have talked
and never held back
But then would my heart
have been today to endure it all?
My Heart,
If you would come back
Only be interested in the truth
Once again.
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