Love

When I think, I deeply analyze
What I did wrong , what I did.

Sitting on the bench in a park,
I’m thinking what I did.

— I told you, “go away,” and you left
The last word before the breakup

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Then, sure, I was, to leave.
Now I would turn to you, humble
Saying “I’m sorry”.

I know how good you are and you would forgive me.
But I do not know where you are, I can not find you