cuts like a knife
melvin banggollay
You touched me
with passion
as you told me
with all devotion
you truly loved me
but as times goes by
with all season's fry
you left me to fly
alone to cry
sorrows in my palms,
despair in my psalms,
Hatred in my arms,
Emptiness that can harm.
Your touch is like a knife
with tip entangled-strife
that can cut my own life
and took every breath's wife
even if your touch is tender
and tamed like a great lover
but all is a game with a panther
ready to hurt my heart forever.
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