You stabbed me over and over again,
with the same knife in the same spot.
And still I pull out that knife out
of my back everytime,
and I hand it back to you.
No matter how many times you repeatedly
stab me in the back,
I will always forgive and love you.
And never have I tried to stab back.
I guess I'm just waiting for the day,
you put that knife down
and pick that rose up.
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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒; 𝙹𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚉𝙰𝙰𝚃
PoetryJust some one chapter stories about silent thoughts screaming to be heard.