Terrible Tortured Child
I would have listened to you
scream, and hear the songs you ate.
I would have held your hand when
all the drugs wore away. God forgive
me, for being this bad child, but god
you know I loved him....oh you know
I do.
As that night wore down, and with
all my tears, I knew I would never
have you back, but that forever I
could be yours. Pleading never
slowed you down, and my tears
were just an after pain for you. No
more than a punch to the face, and
i'm sure you knew what you were
going to lose.
God forgive me for being this bad
child...but god you know I loved
him...dear god you know I do.
I keep waiting for the wish I made at
the same time twice, everyday. The
wish that made us never ending.
The time I can't bear to know I'm
living in twice a day now, without
you. I want my body to always be
sleeping, when I have dreams with
you. I find sometimes that you're
almost there which makes me sure
I'm in some of your dreams too. I
miss your tongue, because mine is
sharp and bloody. I miss your lips
that called my name, and whispered
when you loved me. Your skin was
always one of my favorites, oh the
many times it made me feel...but
god fogive me for knowing that i'm
lost now as this small girl.
God forgive me....please help me
home, back to his arms I love. They
were my favorite, carressed and
loved me, god i'm such a horrid
child.
Please forgive me for, oh my god
you knew I loved him, as much as I
still do.
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