Line upon line, row upon row
grief piles up like cruel winter snow
Words come out in a jumbled pile
Stupid and eloquent, precious and vile
Love isn't always black and white
Feelings aren't always wrong or right
I gave you all my thoughts and dreams
Please don't rip them apart at the seams
Today I confess, but will you hear me out?
Will you understand my whispers and shouts?
I'll tell you my every hope and fear
Just stay by my side, my love, stay near.
-Charity-
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