It wasn't the bullets it was the look in your eyes
Follow you through the house of mirrorsthis is where you shed your tears
I want to be with you
but you want me gone
so you can right all these things that are wrong
when you called me the wrong name
and fainted in my arms
when I had to carry you home
I tell you there was no harm
but this is your palace walled with these mirrors
this is where you cry a thousand tears
I stalk you through deeper
into this labrynth of yours
but you're the gate keeper and you give no tours
You turn and scream
that I should be gone
so you can right all these things that are wrong
but you dont realize through your shame
none of this causes damage
life is for living and passing mistakes
but this is your anchorage
Where your soul rests and reflections billow
and wrists are slit to make things better
its your look that kills
when I walked to your room
not the knife that brought me to toumb
even though nothing matters
you twisted the knife
just another of your scars
the taking of my life
Poetry by Andy
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Written on 2006-08-15 at 07:23
Tags Murder Love Passion
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