I want something
I want to see
if a cactus I can be,
and nurture the flower of love
out of the dryness of your indifference!
I want to know
how you could let me go,
and how can you refrain
from pouring out your love –
tell me, once and for all, was it all but a game?
I want you to tell me
it was all but a lie,
my imagination played me a trick –
and then - I’ll finally say good-bye!
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