pride
the footings for bones
the scaffold for skin
with a brush she holds it all in
hide
the hurt in her eyes
the bruises and scars
from the insults and the empty bottles thrown from the passing cars
night
an ocean of hands
that takes in return
for flashes of silver that feed while they burn
oh, the night
is long
and the streetlights are brittle as bone
and their eyes
their eyes are wrong
there’s no love, there’s no flesh, carved from stone
oh, her love
is strong
though the sirens can cut like a knife
with a flash
it all is gone
he couldn’t take her love so he took away her life
there’s a boy
he’s new in town
he saw her fall from the corner of his eye
there’s a girl
at her windowsill
she saw her fall she hangs her head to cry
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