Matthew's Journal

Why is it the ones we love
Who hurt us so?
Why is it the ones who make us laugh
Who make us cry so?

I would do anything to make you happy
So I must forget you loved me
I hope you will be happy in his arms
So I must forget holding you in mine

Yet I will remember the times we shared
In some secret corner of my heart keep them
So that when the spring is past and the sun shines
I can return to that starry evening

The crocuses must die
Lie underneath the walnut
buried in the dark
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