Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Reckless

I place this noose around my neck

and give you the rope to hold

This may seem crazy, I confess

But you won't let me go?


I put this knife in your hand

and face you with my back

If you wish, now's your chance

to go on and attack.


I really haven't thought this through

Reckless, on a whim.

My heart is beating in your palm

Be careful with my things

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