promise
if she knew what I have done,
she would kill me.
if she knew what you said,
she would kill me.
if she knew when I left,
she would kill me.
and all the rage and the rage and the rage and the rage
has been misplaced and cannot erase
the look that was on her face.
and all the rage and the rage and the rage and the rage
has not escaped the simple twist of Fate
the taste of her blood has ebbed away.
if she knew what was wrong,
she would kill me.
if she knew who you were,
she would kill me.
if she saw what has gone,
she would kill me.
Z out.
if she knew what I have done,
she would kill me.
if she knew what you said,
she would kill me.
if she knew when I left,
she would kill me.
and all the rage and the rage and the rage and the rage
has been misplaced and cannot erase
the look that was on her face.
and all the rage and the rage and the rage and the rage
has not escaped the simple twist of Fate
the taste of her blood has ebbed away.
if she knew what was wrong,
she would kill me.
if she knew who you were,
she would kill me.
if she saw what has gone,
she would kill me.
Z out.
and somehow, our words seemed familiar.
and they are distant echoes to each other.
but not this life time apparently.
we both sit in embarassment for we miscontstrued something that was right, but not for each other perhaps.
still, I loved your comments, and your critiscm. and your intelligence.
don't forget me alexander.