Many things left unsaid can
Never really be, this
Thing you call love is
Always hurting me
All we share beyond compare
Truth be told, is
Heavens mold
You,
Sit There
Watching,
Staring,
Never sharing,
Never
Caring
Nothing given in return
But those actions left
to
Devastate aim to fate,
Held so tight as if to smite the
Very union held so dear, creating
Fear in place of cheer,
to
Bless a bond of
Matrimonial Trust.
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