He touched me with his eyes, but loved me with his fist. This love that was so strong I felt run through out my body.
He felt me with his heart and spoke to me in anger. This heart that moved the mountains that shielded my eyes from the true pain.
He gave me all his soul and killed me in my sleep. This soul I looked into and saw the murder I can’t justify.
He gave me so much, when all I asked was that he just hold me.
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