Pick-Me-Up
I reached out to you
Without caution without care
I wanted to heal the wounds I made
Remove the hurt that's there
I say that I'm sorry
Filled with regret
But you'll never forgive me
And never let me forget
I just can't stay here
My own Gethsemane
I have to go on
And leave this piece of me
My arm has grown tired
My hand heavy-laden
And I have to leave you lying here
My tainted perfect maiden
No more will this heart cry out
No longer will I lament
No more tears will fall for you
Now I've said all I've meant
I hate what it's become
I hate how it will end
But you opened the door
And I'll leave like I came in

By: J.R. Alexander
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