You said you're innocent
and that all was just coincidence
I sneered "Oh, such confidence.."
I feigned my courage
but how could I manage
to taste this cold spoilt porridge?
Why does it hurt more when you say this?
Why does your tears feel like acid on my skin?
Do you see these wounds?
They never healed
You scratched my scars
All those times you pleaded
You twisted the knife you once stabbed
You drilled your nails as I watch it jarred to my flesh
And what else? Drenched them with brine of memories
But where were you all those years?
When this girl cried buckets
Drowned with her own tears?
How I wish
You can put her arms back to their sockets
Maybe then
She will forget how you made her feel
And once again
Hold you like everything was just a dream.
-Twist The Knife, Margaret Austin Go
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
You said you're innocent
and that all was just coincidence
I sneered "Oh, such confidence.."
I feigned my courage
but how could I manage
to taste this cold spoilt porridge?
Why does it hurt more when you say this?
Why does your tears feel like acid on my skin?
Do you see these wounds?
They never healed
You scratched my scars
All those times you pleaded
You twisted the knife you once stabbed
You drilled your nails as I watch it jarred to my flesh
And what else? Drenched them with brine of memories
But where were you all those years?
When this girl cried buckets
Drowned with her own tears?
How I wish
You can put her arms back to their sockets
Maybe then
She will forget how you made her feel
And once again
Hold you like everything was just a dream.
-Twist The Knife, Margaret Austin Go
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