Another love poem, so cliché,
Another love that I fear will walk away.
I hold him close, I keep him near, to
prevent the reality of this fear.
I can't let go, I can't watch him walk out
that door; I say goodnight as if I'll see
him tomorrow, I hold back the tears
and swallow the sorrow.
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