Kenyah Boehme
February
In front of me
Eyes looking down.
Long black lashes,
Once butterflykissed by mine.
Now out of reach.
Revenge tastes not always bitter.
Never meant to hurt you.
But bloody human,
Can’t give in.
Not yet!
Listening to your words:
Our friendship
Your biggest desire.
Yet my curse.
What we had was so intense.
Innocent-Stubborn-Child.
Beautiful words.
Maintaining my decision.
And I go on hurting you.
Roles have changed.
Love. Pain. Revenge.
FLAMENCO
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Published on e-Stories.org on 05/17/2005.