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Cut me open like a wound
My life feels purposeless without you
But you just stand there
Watching the blood flow
Watching it drop down
How could I've known
That you never meant me
But you still cut me open
And let me bleed
So what kind of person are you
To leave me bleeding inside
With no pain or passion
No time is passing by
Yet the wound gets deeper
Every time I hear your name
Even though time hasn't called upon you
And no sounds are made
Should you let the blood continue to flow
I hate you
Just thought you'd need to know.
Even though the wound is deep
And the blood continues to flow
It is proof that I was
And am alive
You stand there emotionless
Like a statue with no life
How could you stand there
Seeing the blood drop
Slowly, one by one
Your body begins to fall
I should have known all along
That you were fake
Unreal
Not the truth
So now...
I know where your love comes from.
- by WashedAway |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/28/2009 |
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- Title: Flowing Blood
- Artist: WashedAway
- Description: Short poem, describing my paper cut (beh twice today..) and how my ............ yeah didn't go with me to get band-aids. BUT .. THE POEM IS DEEPER.. maybe. haha (=
- Date: 09/28/2009
- Tags: flowing blood
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