I'm just too proud to
Let you lie through
This game I never wanted to start
Kindness would be to
Walk right through
The door that brought you in
So don't say those words
I don't need to be another martyr
You come bearing gifts
You stole from someone else's lips
This isn't what I
Wanted to die by
So put away your serrated words
That deathly trio
Never did me any good, oh...
I won't sink my teeth into your heart
So don't say those words
I don't want anymore martyrs
You come bearing gifts
stolen from another woman's lips
Baby, you're on your own
I'd much rather be alone
And if I should falter
Kindness would be a loaded gun.
Kindness would be a loaded gun.
I admire your poignacy and strength. Very well written poem.
Kindness would be a loaded gun."
April...girl...you make poetry out of mental risk...the doubts, the sudden psychological ambushes...you take so much further than hallmark words on paper...fables of an endangered soul that secures a visible means of support in psalms to calm the nerves...
damn do I love reading you...
love&light,
**Mari**
Romantically You!
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