I taste the salt
Of these tears I cry
And of all the things
I wonder how and why
WHY!
Why do I continue to put myself through
This torturous thing called love?
Do YOU know why?
Do YOU ever stop and think about
Why I put up with your cold shoulders
And the icy remarks?
DO YOU?
And do you ever stop and think about
The fact that I'm really sorry and that
I actually mean it?
NO YOU DON'T!
So I'll sit here in this shell
I might as well cut this tie
Like you do all the time
And hide behind these tears I cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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