I tried talking to you today,
You looked the other way,
I wonder why you’d never hear,
The cries of a dropping tear.
I was yours since the beginning of time,
Yet you brush me away like a dented dime,
You resigned me to the darkest corner,
To hear the agony of my heart’s fever.
Today I look upon you again,
Pulling my heart from its den,
To speak to you once more,
With hope, my heart may restore.
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