Back Stabber, by bedazzled |
You cover your eyes and I can't see you. Citrus sun brings no colour just blue that drips from head and heart to pool inside my toes. The sky blackens, laughs at my fate yet for you it is only blue. Your knife in my back, I bleed too slowly. I cover my eyes but you can see me. |
Posted: 2009-09-22 05:38:12 UTC |
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