Never Really Knew
By John M Lennon
Here in solitude I sleep
So it's every word from my past
Laying here with each day to pass
Never really able to get away
As the pain lingers
Words that echo through
The real words I wished would have stayed
You never heard at the end
Now every action held on too
But it's not the same as me holding you
And that is what you never really knew
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