I hoped to find my peace in you,
But now I'm weary.
Each tears I shed pulls down my hope,
Save me, save my tears.
I checked on you like a mother would,
But, "I am not your wife," you said.
My good are like trouble in you,
Now I feel empty.
But still, I whisper through the ache,
A silent prayer for my own sake.
If you won't reach to hold me still,
Then save me, save my tears.
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Author:
Fumilayo bayo (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: August 21st, 2025 02:23
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
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