I do believe in you.
I do believe that you are with me,
Even when you say you don't care.
You think of me,
Only as the companion you don't dare dream.
I see you walk away,
Holding on to the banister,
Frightened to be exact and precise...
Don't you cry, don't you curse and
don't you say that you hate.
I believe in you even when your soul turns blue.
I believe in you always...
I do live in you...
I live in the heart that seems to be void,
Even when you bruise my hand.
It trickles, my blood,
But quickly you tend it.
White as the snow is your innocense,
Black as the tar is the evil you face.
Grey that's what you are.
You're fussing, you're blinding...
Oh you mischievous bastard,
I live in you even as you cut your throat.
I live in you always...
Always, Always, Always....
Always, will I manipulate you,
Yet you can do nothing about it.
No one would believe you,
And you'll try to get away.
And always I would love you,
Hate you,
Kiss you,
Push you,
Hug you,
Slap you.
Always would I be you...
Always...
By Abigail D. Hinds
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