Forgiveness

You have all the cards now,
I know you plan to play for tomorrow.
You shield yourself from discomfort --
Near selfishness, without rapport.
My approach was strong,
Not necessarily to wrong.
I’m sick of faltering;
Im sick of waiting.
Let’stop this fight
‘coz I can see the light.
I will give you all the comfort
As you most like, full support.
I will give you all my cards.
Share me none of your brand.
Have all of your prize
Out of my paradise.

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