to wait and live, finally to stumble.
a crossed path, a midnight nudge.
you will find love.
a needle in my eye,
and "x" over my heart.
your words, my love was always true.
i cried that night, i died a little too.
it was set there, on that table;
the pieces, the pieces of this godforsaken heart.
the beating of a drum much like a heart before that night,
then smashed to pieces like a hit on a tambourine.
scared, scared to death.
you've got me wrapped around your finger,
not in love, but in hate, not in hate, but fear itself.
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