Thee
Why do I help thee when all you do is strike me?
Why do I love thee when all you do is hate me?
For my heart has done a thousand things right
to love thee…
for my tears are a symbolic
message of hurt for my pain regenerates
every beat my heart takes..
Why oh why must I confide in my
mind the horrific timeline of our love?
Can I not love thee for thee?
For my life is lost without thee..
I'm running out of time with thee..
The chills run down me but I'm
completely lost without thee...
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