Design

by Sweetp - Sagittarius

Let me sculpt a design,
Paint it red with my blood.
Making my wrist a sign,
Of the never ending emotional flood.

Let the blood drip away one drop at a time,
Revealing a troubled wounded soul,
That will be left behind,
By means that I only know.

Puddled blood will forever erase,
The pain you have dealt me,
Trapped in this hurtful place,
Through the confusion trying to see.

The answer to all my mystery,
And the only answer I can find,
Is that in my death, you will never hurt me.
This is what eases my mind.

Birth sign: Sagittarius
Date created: 2005-02-01 01:19:07
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:45
Poem ID: 70528

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