A note is all it said,
But you read with caution nevertheless,
Reading every word over,
To ensure you read correctly.
Your face turned from,
Happiness to sadness,
Just over words.
You looked at me,
Like you were disappointed,
Not by what you read,
But how long it took,
For me to tell.
You said you always knew,
That there was something wrong,
But you wish i'd have told you sooner,
So that you could have helped.
This note it wasn't my first,
But it was the truest of all,
I bleed my heart on a page,
I wrote what i felt.
A note was all i said,
When i passed it to you,
But you looked at me,
With those scared eyes.
But you said,
It will be okay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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