By Tat2dAngel (tat2dangel@chickmail.com)
Date: 24 March 2000
Terminal
The disease weaves back and forth
through my tired veins
A never-ending battle
the victor is the one who reigns
I made a few naive wishes
Sealed them with sloppy kisses
All I wanted was a hand to hold
But his fingers were too cold
His manner too controlled
My heart dropped and shattered
self-esteem splattered
made a mess on the bathroom floor
You turned your head and sighed
ignored the way I cried
out for you but you were already gone.
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