Secretive Hate

by Amanda   Jun 7, 2006


His words are nothing but mist
Floating a drift
I can sense his anguish
That fills my mind
With some kind,
Kind words
That tend to always disturb
My pathetic mistakes
Become his aches
And pains
Which he cannot contain
He must abstain
Those killer thoughts
That have been sought
To threaten me with
That is his deadly weapon
Which has killed me over and over again.

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