Tenderness in his touch,
those hands of death that work so well.
His eyes they shine with love and pride,
but do they know the darkness of his own hell?
She smiles back accepting the choices in her life,
Safety built within those walls.
A simple phrase will strengthen them,
Atop their tower that threatens to fall.
Would he hold it against her?
Could he control his rage?
If one day she told the tale,
And filled in the ripped out page.
Darkened whispers of I love yous,
Fill the hallow of her soul.
Words comprised of unsaid lies,
Things he will never know.
Another kiss, a short goodbye,
Will this be the last time?
She nods her head and closes her eyes,
Holding back confession of her crime.
Would he hold it against her?
Could he control his rage?
If one day she told the tale,
And filled in the ripped out page.
Peaceful bliss and ignorance,
The shroud of happiness each day.
And when she wants to call out to him,
She knows what name she’ll say.
Would he hold it against her?
Could he control his rage?
If one day she told the tale,
And filled in the ripped out page.
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