me,and my death, by skergirl# Subscribe to rss feed for skergirl# 

The night I tried to kill myself
You came into my room and wept
For me. The beauty of your longing
Held me like a plaintive song. 
You came into my room and wept,
Suffering my suffering,
And held me like a plaintive song
Till I myself became your sun. 

Suffering my suffering,
You taught me well the source of pain
Till I myself became your sun
Shining on the world back home. 

You taught me well the source of pain:
For me, the beauty of your longing,
Shining on the world back home
The night I tried to kill myself.
Posted: 2005-02-01 00:46:05 UTC
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