If I told you I cared, what would you say?
If I told you I lied, would you walk away?
Would you leave, with just, your old rucksack?
Walk through that door, without, ever looking back?
Could you contemplate the truth, the deception, the lies?
Could you leave, without looking your sons in the eyes?
If I declared my love, would it really matter?
Is your stone cold heart, already broken, ready to scatter?
If love were a ship, has yours sailed away?
If I told you I was sorry, what would you say?
*fictional
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