What GOOD Is This

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I ask you
What good is my promise,
When you’re not here to hear it?
To love you, and only you, forever
When my body, my means, my life is finite?

I ask you
What good is what I have inside,
When outside the package is all wrong?
Should I have tried not to hide,
When I should have all along?

I ask you
What good is what I have to offer?
When I know you’ll never ask.
How could we find the treasure
When we have to wear our masks?

I ask you
What good saying I’m at your feet
Yet I won’t bend, won’t call?
Both of us oaks, not reeds,
Neither of us yielding, standing tall.

I ask you
What good are these futile words,
When chances are you won’t read this?
Why for me should there be such hurt
When for you there is no need for it?
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