Playing My Violin (part two)
You were so good at the game.
You gave to me emotion.
I didn't understand what was happening.
Everytime I attempted to play you,
I couldn't think the notes to play.
Coluldn't even find the lyrics to sing.
You made me realize how badly i hurt;
The reasons I played the violin.
You became my drug.
I refused to live without you there.
Hold me, love me with your heartless chest.
I want to feel the warmth.
I want to make love to you,
And you can make hate to me.
So, hate me and make this pain go away.
I'll make myself think you can love.
You love me. You must.
How else could you explain,
Why you hurt me the way you do.
I tell you I love you,
And I'm surprised to hear,
That you love me too.
This is real, and you're not heartless.
I just had your heart all along.
So, here we are, and we can make love.
Make bloody love together.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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