DescriptionAn amateur poem about rejecting someone’s confession.
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Upon this rock Where we live Spring comes again And I lay Shrouded in warmth Hoping we will still be friends I’m sorry for my loveless self I refused to take your hand Unknowing of how I felt I desired your warmth, not your love, But led you to believe I returned it A guilt I won’t be free of Now I lay alone in my loneliness Wishing I wasn’t so cold.