208. Would You Be Sad If I Gave Up?
I dip my myself in the mud Following your heartbreak. "Love's brought only misery," "I give up too," I echoed in revelry. Sure an opinion we'd share. But your eyes rebuttalled. Your words argued. Your hands in disbelief. If I were a psychic, I'd be out of the job. 3 years and I hadn't a clue. That maybe, Unbeknownst to me, Faith came not from I, But from your support. So when you wouldn't give me a word, As yours became no longer coherent, And you took your presence out of my life, You took the very assurance you gave.