I see the look you give to me every time you feel,
Your cold hand touches the wounds but you don’t scream,
Outside I see a face with no emotions,
Inside I see a face filled with tears,
You may be the only one, who misses me,
But in the end it was the Guilt that kept you to it,
Couldn’t handle releasing me knowing,
The pain it would cause me, The Guilt Straddled you to me,
It hurts more knowing that the love was just another subconscious thought,
Wish one day,
You could truly learn to love me,
Maybe you don’t think so; maybe god doesn’t think so,
I know I never will,
Please… Give me a chance and I promise,
There’s something more to me than these old bruises….
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Written March 11th, 2004
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