This Side of Bad
right in front of me
whispering to me
taking so quietly
her breath catches
this picture if beauty
with 20 more pounds
anyways
she comes back in
and the way she looks at me
tell me shes been bitten
the poison in her veins
draws her to me
for i wasn't hiding
in pandoras box
i look in her eyes
the poison runs deep
i hold the cure
with no hope of treatment
for i'm still a good guy
and thats not my hand
shes holding on to
Copyright © John Tanaskow | Year Posted 2009
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