Had the blade pointed at you!...
How love turns to hate
I still don’t know.
May be just as words of passion die
into silent rivers of bitter contempt.
I just wanted to kill the memory
of your name from my life…
How the knife from friend
turned into an enemy
and bit my own hands,
to this day I don’t know!
But the blood - still dripping -
cleaned my veins from your poison,
and I’m still here,
I’m still alive!
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