What was I supposed to do?
But fall in love with the good parts of you,
For that has always been a part of me,
seems no matter what, it’s always the good that I see
Who was I, to think you could be real?,
paying the price an ongoing endeavor, for learning how not to feel.
Suppose to lead with your head,
not your heart or chin,
for doing so will knock you down, again and again.
So you occupy, places hidden deep in my soul,
fragile I hide them, never let them show
Come on come on, dearest dear,
standing on my knees,
waiting for you to come…..once again
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