Knives and swords, and jagged edges.
No one fulfills their lethal pledges.
Strong and firm, tough together.
What’s the harm in once forever?
I can’t believe the agony
Within your pleading cry.
If I had to stand again,
I’d only break and die.
So what’s the point in harming you,
If you are hurting me?
It’s not the end of misery.
It’s just the way to see.
9-3-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire
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