I won't let you see them.
They aren't yours to treasure.
Watching me cry,
Gives you some sort of pleasure.
My tears are a sign,
Of frustration and pain.
Once you had seen them,
You want them again.
Don't try to placate me,
Or see through my eyes.
I'll put up a front,
A most feeble disguise.
Tell me you love me,
Tell me you'll stay.
Or will you release me?
Just tell me today.
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Can relate π this is beautifully sad but incredibly written your very talented I love your work π
@iPuss having a low evening but decided to put the energy into something constructive . Thanks for asking sweetie ππ
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