In the grey mist of this morning
I saw your silhouette in the backyard,
It was dark and elusive
I couldn't make out what you were doing,
I wanted to call you
But my lips wouldn't move,
My dry lips longing for your kisses
I remember how you bit my lips
And I tasted my blood..or was it your blood?
Blood...I noticed some stains on the floor
I ran to see what was happening
And there you were:
Tears, blood, swollen lips, jerky movements
You were standing on your knees,
Whispering "sorry".
Never say sorry for the decisions you make
As those decisions are your choice!
In the grey mist of this morning
You made your choice,
I saw your silhouette in the backyard
But it was just an illusion.
28.01.2017
In the grey mist of this morning...
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