Saturday, August 21, 2010


Told the face to die

Those eyes looked at me


"You want me gone?"

Dying would solve the problem I figured

Those brown eyes

Too plain I say

You counter that they look pretty in the sunlight

"Let's go live on the sun then, " I mock

Those brown eyes will look like honey all the time

That hair

Your hand touches it without your knowing

You still look at me

Lips not hiding your displeasure

"You should just rip it all out. I could do it for you."

Those tired eyes

They told me stop

I went on and on, on

That face and body was convinced

I never told her my words hurt me too

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