So I just recalled this story yesterday and Had to reread it, because I wrote a little poem about it.
17. Gloved
All i can see is
White hair and black eyes
And white hands and black clothes
And white lies and black lips
And white skin and red blood
On your white cotton gloves
All you can see is
Black hair and red eyes
And black hands and red clothes
And black truths and red lips
And black tears and red lines
Above my black gloves
Gloved and hidden
Unforgiven
Used and ridden
Pain-deriven
Conditional love
Is never enough
Priorities are
Too hard to get rid of
No questions asked
Never unmasked
Nailed to the floor
You just ignore
Face in my hand
This is so grand
Such a fake face
What a disgrace
(i made some minor language changes as well in the actual thing as i've improved quite a lot)
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Cotton Gloves (Frerard)
FanfictionFrank messed up. He thought he loved someone else. Gerard disappeared shortly after. Frank misses Gerard's voice. Frank misses Gerard and his weird cotton gloves.
