By Your Hand

I live in darkness made by your hand. Once I was a carefree soul, now I can only remember those loving times, but ever the memories are fading fast. You were so kind, you told me we would be friends until the last. But now, here I am, all alone, buried in the darkness kneaded by your hand.
We talked and talked, we shared our secrets. Mine sang true, yours reaped of lies. You used mine against me, I held yours safe in my heart. All of the schoolgirl pranks you pulled became instruments playing pain through my heart. All this formed the darkness in which I live, woven by your hand. My friend I was proud to call you, now, freedom from you I claim. One day I will shed this darkness of my life, the one made by your hand.

Melanie Taylor
May 15, 1994
May 13, 1998

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