A knife story

Cold silver blade lies patiently by the bed side,

Waiting for that moment to be held by cold tiny hands,

A feeling of love,

A feeling of being wanted,

A feeling of touch,

Is all that is needed?

To know where not alone after all,

A feeling of pain,

A feeling of guilt,

A feeling of sadness is all that it took,

The once clean silent blade now is covered in a crimson red.

Dont you???

Don’t you cry at night wishing I was in your life?

Don’t stop for me

Don’t you see I will never be a part of thee?

Don’t you think of me?

When you can’t fall asleep.

Don’t you dare talk to me!

For I never got a chance to hear your voice.

Don’t you have a Heart?

For I never felt love.

Don’t you know I can’t?

Stop loving you

Even if I never meet you.

Don’t you cry at night?

Wishing I was a part of your life.