Touch

by Jessica Rauen   Jun 15, 2005


I see you,
I feel you,
I touch you,
I kill you,

I kiss you,
I hug you,
I think of you,
I love you.

How many times have you left me here?
With a bleeding soul and a shattered heart,
With a blade upon my wrist.

Now it is time for you too see,
All the pain you caused me,
I shall pull the trigger,
I shall shoot the gun.

Now I'm gone and your alone,
Now do you see,
See what you had done?

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