let fly the words
that burn like embers
hot upon your breath
for i too feel the scortch
bandaged lips
and scabbed throat
tongue, thick and swollen
each word infused
amor, amor, amor
my pain is my love
an open eye
to the everlasting mark
you've placed
that i cannot scrub free
why do i love you so
when the rage is taking me?
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
let fly the words
that burn like embers
hot upon your breath
for i too feel the scortch
bandaged lips
and scabbed throat
tongue, thick and swollen
each word infused
amor, amor, amor
my pain is my love
an open eye
to the everlasting mark
you've placed
that i cannot scrub free
why do i love you so
when the rage is taking me?
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