Wednesday, December 3, 2008

blood on a sheet of paper(the first and last words we wrote)

just a few more long hours
we’ve saw each other
we were silently sitting
starring at your lovely face

why do you sarcastically turn away?
i just want to do this all day
i know this is childish,foolish
but i shed and bled first

wrote on the dry sheet
stomping my heavy feet
you started laughing
i wasnt really joking

now i have to go
silently climbing the door
bitterly kiss me…please…
i dont have a contagious decease

i was hopelessly dying to be loved
every time i endlessly remember
id write…
with my dirty tinted blood
on a sheet of paper

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