amanda teresa - Wrists

The scars on her wrists were purple and dark
On her skin they had left their mark
I kissed her lips and stroke her cheek
Asked her why she didn't speak
She looked at me with tears in her eyes
Those tears that I so deeply despise
And so I took her hands in mine
Thought that she was still divine
Once again I kissed her lips
Touched her ice cold fingertips
I knew the illness that she denied
Was killing her from the inside

amanda teresa

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