“Show me your pain
and I will hold you a while;
Understand the circumstance
that bowed your nobility,
and mixed it with despair.
Tenderness then,
will flow from me.
Until I come to fear,
fairly or not,
that your pain is greater
than any love
you could ever have for me.
The temerity of it!
That bitch!
So I must come
to test my power,
and
weaponising your pain
....try to kill you!
To be more than her.
I am a woman.
I have a wound.”
- Author: Jabberwocky ( Offline)
- Published: October 8th, 2019 16:18
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 54
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