~I Know~
I know it’s not love
But what is its name?
A warm breeze refreshing,
Or a cold winter rain?
I know it’s not joy
But what is it called?
Luscious beauty unaided,
Or a mourner shaved bald?
I know you don’t want me
But what can I do?
Run from you forever,
Or cling tightly to you?
I knew this would happen
I knew we couldn’t pretend
But why didn’t I expect
The pain that won’t end?
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