I'll call no more
No more will I try
To be better than I am
No more should you sigh
About things I do, the words I say
The sad times I made you cry.
No, my love, I'm tired now
So no more am I going to try.
You're free from me, this pestilence
This disturbance of your peace of mind.
Go, my love, live your life,
No more need you try
To comprehend this beast
To accept him, forgive him
For his transgressions
His awkwardness of being and mind.
His mistakes are many and,
Too hard to straighten out,
Or to even forgive in time,
But try to understand, my love,
Loving you was my only crime.
The rest are but by-products
Of this heart's defective production line.
NOTE: I feel that this is again one of the worse off pieces I've written as I haven't really thought it through, and writing it in a fit of passion I'm just stringing along words I find along the main sentiment behind this one.
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