When push came to I meant not shove
As deep within doth flow my love
But for now I must lament
Goodbye written, stamped and sent
For my mind I must prepare
As in my heart remains despair
You do not know what lies within
Courage lacking, heart of tin
Your cold bites have stung me deep
And now I simply cannot sleep
I didn’t know I could survive
Stabbing words with sharpened knive
But harder still has been to leave
For home without, I feel bereaved
Love you still so speaks my will
Just for now I’ve had my fill
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