Hurt

chris/ September 5, 2000

Perhaps the time has come once more
To hurt a girl whom I adore
To action moved by appetite
I took her out into the night
And so it was that this began
I follow through with unknown plan
Though I try to maintain honor
I pin all frustration on her
She may now often fall behind
And to my sickness she is blind
I fight with her and play the fool
My lust and pain provide the fuel
Sweet misery is now my choice
It muffles out her precious voice
I wonder now if I can hide
Or overcome the hurt inside
Now better yet, I learn to dream
It’s not as bad as it may seem
Remember love and find some hope
Together with this we will cope

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