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"Stand Fall (For my Bestfriend)"
If I had the chance to tell you how precious you are, would you believe me?
We grew up together.
And in spite the distance with insight I still see you as my----sister.
And we didn't have the same tube vain circulating with blood to let everybody know
that my heart rate, heart's fate still pumped….
You
As my biological blood cell equal.
And then we grew up and somewhere along the line time screwed up and it skipped
the era in which we were supposed to----stand.
And we skipped the time in which we were supposed to love,
Ourselves.
If I had the chance to tell you how precious you are, would you believe me?
Hear me.
So as time skipped along,
For
Four
Years I sang you this song and wondered did you catch the melody while we were
yet apart in our dark's silence.
And from you---
No answer.
And then you write me with the blood of you ink to let me know that "he" was
handsome.
And that's when I knew that you couldn't let go.
Maybe it was the clutch of his fist or the hinge to your throat but…
Didn't I tell you, you were precious to me, would you believe me?
Hear me.
It's hard for me to see you like this. Not really wanting to read you like this.
And if you stood before me butt naked, your neck would still
Bleed
Read
Red
And your beauty, was envied and covered up by the gazing and
Maz-ing of where his hands grazed your face and said----
Hello
And the thickness of your lips,
Drawn
Taken
Away from which the cuts he opened.
And
Your blood leaked
Bel-
Ow.
And yet,
He still makes you apart of the colors of the rainbow but---
Didn't I tell you, you are precious to me; would you believe me, believe me?
For years
Four years….
Four miscarriages.
And more tears. Now I see why I sang to you in the silence. And you kept the
melody in the dark; because you would have smiled that day.
And he would have known that you were introduced to happy. And he couldn't have
it unless he knew your face was functioning on a bad beat.
And you, pushed me outta the way when he wanted to slap me but…
If I had the chance to tell you, you were precious to me, would you believe me?
Your final words, which
Stood
Have been your legacy.
Were the noted played when I stood at your funeral.
The
Notes
Played when red stained the floor
And blue streamed from your head. I thought that if I sang to you and added my
accent; then maybe you would catch it.
And at 5:30 in the morning----
They said that mommy the could not save
And the baby, was pronounced dead.
And from you…
No answer
But in your blood wrote ink letter you said that "he" was handsome.
But it seems that his hands must have some how kept you paralyzed.
And
Kept you from standing.
And I never knew that love, was so---
Demanding.
If I had the chance to tell you how precious you are,
Would you believe me
Hear me
Don't leave me…
I love you,
I'm sorry.
Written by Anice Enkrein
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