Called the sweetest things

Called the harshest things

Kissed the lovely lips of thiers

Kissed the broken hand of mine they broke with thiers

Hugged the softest embrace

Hugged the gone in the saddest embrace

Caressed their handsome hot face

Caressed the scars I wear on my face

Been with the cuddliest bears

Been with the roughest bears

Have saved me from my thin string

Have been cut from them by thin string

~Sometimes you love them

Sometimes you hate them

The End

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