Two Lovers

by Danielle Gagnon   Feb 15, 2006

His wrists are slashed,
Hers are too
These two lovers,
Slowly fall,
But their love is true.

They love each other,
They both are true,
But the razor calls
Then the day is though

Together they sit,
And into the night,
Slice open their wrists
Taking painful flight

These two lovers,
They are untrue,
No one could have a love,
Like they do.


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