that sly smile crept across his face eyes fierce, watching--never see a smile like that again i'll miss you he was an inspiration, a carved memory hair of fire, walk in defiance never see a soul like that again--i'll miss you too i guess i'll be a street artist, so i can see them again passing seers and sages--pretend they care and i rebel he was so happy to see the eyes brightened by those filthy streets the heart darkened by lies and sarcasms his voice stained with a detached dillusion But I knew he wasn't alone the brown body above me brimming with little more than lust and smoke sometimes smoldering flames just don't die i say he's just a friend bright days, writhing with vitality, a new day so far away Love reaffirmed by the fisherman--he smiled at me nothing of yesterday will ever be spoken for those women outside under the tree's shade in plastic chairs won't be my salvation or executioner i know now who to trust who's fault is it? who's shoulders are strong enough to carry his words? I say, I say the Assassin And I win. that sly smile crept across my face eyes fierce, watching, aren't for you alone but who do i fight for? i won't let you die i think you're worth it but the real question is: Am I?
Reason for writing:
i cheated on my boyfriend. then there was a leak and i decided who paid the price. it wasn't me or him. that's what you get for knowing the wrong people.
Birth sign: Gemini
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