I must confess that the words
Held, beheld, beloved
Bring a dagger to my chest,
They wrap around me like a snake
That is going to suffocate me to death,
I twist and turn to try get ride of the fear,
But all that is left is the scars that never disappear,
I imagine the face of him
Lying in his death bed with his arms held in mine,
I wrap my arms around him begging for his life,
But all that is...
