Writing in Blood and Skin


I cry and cry softly
Words like blood pouring out of me
Each verse like ice
And not words that are nice
The paper shows pen
But I see blood and skin
I put my heart into this
But it's not unicorn and a kiss
Not like the other kids
The memories it brings
Will make the songbird not sing
But their smiles are worth it
Even if they don't fit
Even if it kills me
I'll make these pages bloody
But all they'll see is pen

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