Barely can breathe, I know I'm crossing some lines
And it's refreshing next to these memories
Of her
Because that's all sort of getting old, so time
For something new
Who needs hands when they grip too tightly,
Or an open heart that shares only wounds?
I'm caked in dried blood, so
Cleanse me well and take me
For something new
Author notes
Inspired by Ben, Switchfoot, and Molly, in that order
to those concerned: I don't mean it that way. lol
Hope you like it
Comments
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Cool poem meredith. I liked it. I don't have any criticsm cuz it's good!
*KT*
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