Pain on the Palate.

Pain on the Palate

I taste your pain
It's bitter and poignant
On the bed of my tongue;
But I'll take it for you
And swallow it whole
So your heart won't be stung

By love's grief

This dish, let me have it
For my progressed palate
Has grown to be numb

To life's bitter treats

And to see you reborn
Without scars from love's scorn
Will be all that I need

So give it to me,
And be free.

Picture Taken 6.1.08 @ 12:39 PM
Written 10.14.09 @ 11:43 PM