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I simply wanted to tell you
That nothing hurts as much
As seeing you walk away with
Those hands I want to touch,
As seeing you laugh or chuckle
Among your foolish frends,
As seeing you hold your buckle
Or ruffle your wavy hair.
I only wanted to tell you
That nothing hurts as bad
As looking through dirty windows
At your retreating back,
As knowing you're somewhere out there
So close and yet so far,
Displaying the awful hatred
And masking the little scars
That love for you has left in me
To rot inside day by day.
I simply wanted to tell you
That nothing hurts the same.
25/10/18 (M.T.)
I simply wanted to tell you
© Copyright: Марина Трембичева, 2018
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