O.K. I will...It'll Happen
I'ma leave and I'll be back in

A little while...I'll talk to you
You crack a smile...I can see right through

Knowing He is on the strole
Patiently hearing stories told

Never once pulling His card
Enduring the pain of blows thrown hard

Looking in His eyes...Watching them falter
As sentances change, deviate, alter

Feeling His guilt as He speaks to you
Just tell the truth...He needs to do

The worst one told by He -"of all time"-
I am not Yours...You are not mine

Being told lies...Yet knowing the real
Indubitably this is how I feel
 
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