A Plea To Thee
I'll sit and fill this empty page
with words of loneliness and rage.
These words are all just pieces of me.
Things of me which you refuse to see,
pieces of me that were meant to be
given to thee as tokens of the love that used to be
Why are they so effortlessly
tossed aside like useless scraps of debris?
Listen to me,
please hear my plea,
I beg you pain,
please let me be.
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