Opened Wound
I cry for her,
I want her now,
But somewhere in the depths of my heart,
I know I don’t,
It is written in my sub consciousness that I’ll Never get her,
and Never will.
If I pursue her I’ll be pursuing destruction,
Like now destruction is pursuing me,
I run for my life,
And she must too.
She is holding my bloody brain,
Sticking needles in,
Putting me slowly to waste,
My once beloved,
My one and only love is seeking to destroy me.
The most Elegant of all ladies’ in the Universe,
Hates me with much passion.
Copyright © Rashida Bryan | Year Posted 2008
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