sandpaper arms;

October 29, 2012
By , Troy, MI
It was a peace offering
A rosy bud of a lotus
With petals made of
But your eyes saw
Only poison
I watched you set fire
To your fear
I had only wanted
You to understand
The scars on my wrists
But the smoke

What did I ever
Do to you?

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