Behold the Martyr

Despite the tears, he fakes a smile
He doesn’t tinge, with her goodbye
Knew she was with another guy
His grin can’t dry his teary eyes.

He say he’s strong and tough inside
But begs her on that Wednesday night
“You said you won’t leave me here tonght?
And promised not to make me cry?”

In hopes that she’ll return one day,
He waits and tries to be that way
In desperation the martyr stays
Though his beloved returns, nay.

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Author: Josh Jimenez

A 23 year old Pharmacy student from Manila, Philippines He enjoys drinking Chamomile Tea, with Clean Bandit Tracks on deck, while reading his books, or jotting up notes for his next blog post.

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