Psycho
I love the twinkle in your eyes
When I know that they will brim
I love the palor against your skin
That comes of bruises fading
I love the tremble of your lips
When you see me fist raised, staring
I love and miss those little things
Do you know in my cell I'm still waiting?
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Author's Note:
An inspiration from Eve Ensler's 'The Vagina Monologues'
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