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Picking up the pieces..

I guess I am a fool to have loved you this long.
I wrote you letters, to try to hold on.
Every time, you turned away, i begged you to stay.
Only to find out that i chased you away.
Picking up the pieces is hard to do.
Cause baby I still love you.
I still want to hold you to.
Still reaching out for something true.
Yes, I confess
I did my best,
To win you back again.
I told stories out of jealousy.
Made people think that you still loved me.
Cause I couldn't stop loving you,
Nights would get lonely,
When your not there to hold me.
©terrylin53