A Poem by Shannon
3 November 1997
I could show you with my tears
Bitter salt, sparkling memories
But dried to my cheek
You dont see
I could show you with my blood
Let you cut me deep and slow
Throw down the blade
You dont believe
I could show you with my life
Give you everything, dear friend
You'd rather have me dead
You dont love me
Take my words into your mind
Listen
They are real
Take my tears into your eyes
Watch them
They are real
Take my blood onto your hands
Taste it
It is real
Take my life away, dear friend
Touch it
I am real
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