My Burden

You don't have to look twice
To see that I am undone
But for that to happen
There must be a reason

For you have forsaken
All the reasons to remember
The one you abandon
That is my burden

I found out from strangers
What you forgot to mention
That love, is surely lost
When you beseech affection

That is my burden

I stand at the precipice
of memories long lost
Slowly in the mist of time
to you, I become no one

That is my burden

But I cannot let go
Like you have done
For I am made of love
Not easy to fathom

That is my burden





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