I say a prayer. You say a curse. I whisper love. Your whisper hurts.394Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ3xhpZx7w1
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?394Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ09IxxD4Z7w
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.394Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ9y3eCzTWz
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...
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