Friday, January 30, 2015

Dull throb

The rope slipped from my hands so quick I was left with burns
And when they blistered I started to cry
Because that meant in time, it would hurt less, and eventually go away.
And I cannot say I'd know who I am without the pain.

Most days,
This ache is all I have left of you
And I don't want to lose that too.

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