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Sorry if I sound cruel
If you don’t accept who you are
If you put others’ happiness before yours
Was it a wonder you could not find any love
Am I supposed to show empathy when you decide to run your heart on empties?
Running away from yourself,
You kept your heart’s longings on the shelf.
You sought to placate others’ fantasies.
You gave, they took, ripping another page from the book.
You said it was nobody’s business; don’t cry and say you could not find any love.
Was it a surprise that you could not find ‘any love’?
It was your choice to devote your life to the voice whilst silencing the one inside.
Your emotions were vocalised but not acted upon.
You said that it is all there in your songs.
Beautiful was the resonance; you gave quite a show and performance.
Love is not a science. I wish you had paid more attention to the emotional timbre you conveyed in your voice.
You silenced the noise: the emotional nuance conveyed in the pause.
Still, your voice shone,
You sailed above and beyond — when you sang your love…
