Give me your friendship
Sacrifice time
Search all my poems
Read every line
Think of me often
Over yourself
Kind words will soften
When days turn to hell
Turn over money
In gifts for my sake
Tell me I'm funny
Spare me heartache
Twist up your gut
At judgmental thoughts
Honesty, cut
Before you get caught
I'm not asking this
Expect it, I will
You'll clench up your fist
And start to feel ill
But that's just to bad
See, love is a gift
And once its been had
It turns back to filth
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