HIS GIFT


HIS GIFT


i havent seen you for 7 months each day dieing a little more.
as i begged you for a word or two my way my heart sank when finally it came.
my hope is finally burned out,nothing to burn for anymore.
your few sentences cut so deep yet dull as my heart bleeds now forever.
nothing can touch me again,nothing will,i am a shield,im am protected with this pain you gave.
your gift is my prison my cell only i am in it,no one shall enter.
thank you for this gift you showed me how could i be so niaeve as to thing someone could love me forever as i do love u.
i may cry for you at first but my last tears are for you no one shall ever have my tears again.
take them taste them drink them or keep them for a rainy day for there is none ever to be as they are now.
the tears of my battle wound called you!


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