Imprints
By silver
To love the one who kills you,Slowly with everyday,Is a difficult thing indeed.You want to ask them why,As they beat you into the ground.I look into your eyes,You stop, your hand a butterfly's kiss on my cheek,As you caress the red marks on my face.'You never flinch anymore.''I know.''Why?''I love you.'The hand rises and falls, only to stop again.'You're lucky.''Why?''I won't always stay my hand, oneday it migone-dayl you.''You don't have to stop.''Why?''Because I don't feel it anymore,I just remember when we sat together smiling.'I grin, as if to prove my words.This time the hand doesn't stop.I smile again.'Fool.' Written November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 08:28 AM PST 0 • 1
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"To love the one who kills you,Slowly with everyday,Is a difficult thing indeed.You want to ask them why,As they beat you into the ground.I look into your eyes,You stop, your hand a butterfly's kiss on my cheek,As you caress the red marks on my face.'You never flinch anymore.''I know.''Why?''I love you.'The hand rises and falls, only to stop again.'You're lucky.''Why?''I won't always stay my hand, oneday it migone-dayl you.''You don't have to stop.''Why?''Because I don't feel it anymore,I just remember when we sat together smiling.'I grin, as if to prove my words.This time the hand doesn't stop.I smile again.'Fool.'..."