love is hard

 

Take my gift of love so special
Fighting only makes things worse
Hissing breath through broken jawbone
Whisper out a plaintive curse

Whisper...

Love is given only rarely
New and far more grievous ways
Few are strong enough to take it
Fading after two short days

Fading...

Dare to find that someone special
Keep them tied to make them stay
Souvenirs to keep the mind fresh
Sadly rot and fade away

Sadly...

Tease one with a shining scalpel
Playful with the wine dark stain
Murmer words of sweet affection
Gently stroking shining brain

Gently...

Take my gift of love so special
Fighting only makes things worse
Hissing breath through broken jawbone
Whisper out a plaintive curse

Whisper
Fading
Sadly
Gently


 

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