I pray today,
That these clouds of yours won't turn gray...
When I leave tomorrow at the bay,
I just want to hear you say...
Those words that are old as time,
Words that would make the sun shine.
"What's even the use of love if you're leaving?"
You asked me while crying,
I kissed your forehead,
And inside I felt dead.
"Please stay..." you pleaded,
And with those words I felt contented
"I will because I can't leave you.." I answered
But what's this? I felt my heart shatter...
I died when you told me to stay,
And because of that I prayed...
Because to stay is to....
Is to feel a lot of shame.....
Shame that you came...
In my life giving me all the blame...
When you left me that night....
At the bay....
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-theSquishyPenguin
