I say a prayer. You say a curse. I whisper love. Your whisper hurts.255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqT4yG928Px
Your smile is no smile; it is a wince, a bitter grimace at the very sight of me.
At my clothes, you turn your nose. At me, underneath, you shy away.
You say you love me, but is love purplish-blue marks?255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi4smRkd0W3
Is love the eternal aching of hearts?
My hand fixes on the noose that you made specially for me. I loop it around my neck.255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡufnJqmD4Jt
The chair I stand on just begs to be kicked away.
But I cannot do it. I cannot kick it away; I cannot do it.
For there is that chance, that minute chance,
That in your stone heart there is still space for me,
Oh, I pray and I pray...
ns 18.68.41.179da2
