Posted by Susan47 on February 11, 2005, at 16:42:44
In reply to Re: *Trigger* A twisted, filthy, perverted poem., posted by Susan47 on February 11, 2005, at 16:36:48
I have faint hope that one day, you will redeem me.
You will tell me it wasn't as bad as I imagined.
You will tell me that I'm not the dragon I am,
You will tell me that I did not chew you up
and spit you out,
You will tell me ... I hear your voice,
sometimes, speaking to me.
Telling me things, my dear, that you never said.
Your voice, your mouth moves, yes and your eyes,
they look directly into mine,
pupil to pupil.
You tell me why I'm behaving the way I am.
You tell me all the reasons things
happened the way they did.
Your soul knows, my dear, what your head does not.
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