I can't forget you,
No matter how hard
I try.
I will never be prepared
For that final,
Goodbye.
Love is a special
Tyrant,
And I can't even
Explain, Why.
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yup, love's a tyrant. And not always a very nice one. Short and to the point, and it kind of sounds like a song. A thoughtful penning, very expressive.