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He Loves You
He is bleeding He trudges, tearing up He loves you with everything he has But you don’t He bears a crown of misery As he longs after you Reaching, pleading, hoping, weeping, But you toss him aside. Others mock him They don’t understand His eternal, never-failing perseverance Of the one who rejects him They drag him in his demise Now that they know his weakness That he will do anything, anything, anything for you And you join them Parading him around in his anguish, They guffaw, scorning and mocking Pounding metal into his wrists knowing he will die for love The love you won’t return He is displayed For all who pass to be reminded That all fools will surely be punished for their crimes The crimes you committed The Lover perishes With his head hanging Under his blood streaked chest, his ribs heave You watch him breathe his last And suddenly Ever so faintly, and all too late The remorse comes.
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