Mutualism
By Skai
Faded tears stain my pillowcase From the night before. My heart still aches inside my chest; I cannot take much more. Why must you shed your hate on me? Why can't you just leave? Why do you like to hurt me so? Why won't you set me free? I hate it when you fight like that, Messing up my mind. I never seem to do much good; I'm always far behind. After the hate has tamed a bit, After the fire fades, That's when you see the damage done, The mess that you have made. Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 05:26 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Faded tears stain my pillowcase..."