This love I shouldn’t give
Cuts and bruises on the skin
Every word I shouldn’t say
Each little thing
It burns
Running from the emptiness
Hiding from the light
I lost the words I’m looking for
Losing every fight
Those three words I’ll never say
Are staples in the chest
Everything I couldn’t face
The things I don’t confess.
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
Cuts and Bruises
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