It seems my soft touch was not enough
to keep you here for one more hour
or less if I should ask as much
so now the night begins to sour
We talk of ifs as though we learned
to take advantage of the time
But live in hindsight overturned
and bury forgiveness inside of rhyme
Somewhat like my poetry
I feel even more insecurity
Goodnight to me
is good morning to you
And unfortunately recently
there are so few...
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