for you who never knew
what is between the lines
of  the internal poem
written in her eyes

for you who never saw
what was the never-ending bliss
that lies between the lines
of the painted lips

for he who never knew
how far we’ve really gone
how far we take the road
before we’re really gone

I bless you with the curse
for you sin as if a saint
you now some how it’s all left behind
but you’ve never seen a thing

you never heard the curse-
she hid with in prayer  

you never saw the pains-
she should be too young to bear

tell the saints I loved them
but the life was not for me

I pray I am forgiven
but my prayer is not a plea

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