Down my cheek runs a single tear.
Do I hear you call my name?
No. You’re the same,
indifferent to my pleas.
Love me! Please! Please!
Love me! Bend your knee.
Ask the question!
Heed my suggestion;
or else
Find someone else.
I’ll leave; I swear.
It’s obvious you don’t care.
I’m gone,
For Good.
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