You
chose some weapons to play with,
beautiful, shiny knives, hardly used.
Threw them randomly up in the sky
and waited for them to come down.
I know your actions never meant
anything to you.
I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,
stabbing me over and over again.
I
chose some emotions to play with,
beautiful, strong feelings, hardly used.
Threw them straight to your heart
and waited for them to get through.
You know my actions meant more then
anything to me.
You know I didn’t mean to hurt you,
questioning you over and over again.
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