Spilled
The truth
spills out,
Like a spilled
glass of wine.
Showing through
everything
not hiding
anything.
Causing words
to flow freely
showing everything
You don't want
shown.
I
listen, quite intently
looking in with
plastered on sympathy
saying words
I - Just - Don't - Feel!
What am I
here For?
when you don't
listen to anything
I say?
I'm beginning to
fall apart,
all because of You...
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Simply Me. . . Nothing more, Nothing less
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Oh Well, Oh Well I still hope for the best
Say goodbye and send me off with a kiss farewell.