Your Words
By turpisfemina
Your words, like glass cut into my soul. Your voice, like a knife makes my tender heart bleed. Your face, a ghost of haunting memories. Your touch, a needle digging into my skin. Your hands, ignite anger burning within. The smirk on your face, The blood on your hands, The stain on your cold and broken heart, Bring guilt in your soul for what you have done to this broken and lonely child. Written April 1st, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 08:43 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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