Last Place

a simple pain,
when the past come across the mind.
following a dozen tears,
when ever you leave.
only one thought,
why is it always you?
and though it hurts,
without you would be the worst.
as long as your there,
I will burry the sorrow.
With thoughts over whelming my mind,
I say the truth mixed in with a lie.
to forgive me,
will only lead into disaster.
to you I am a friend first,
with everything else last.
as for me your first,
with everyone else last.

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