Cutz

Cuts deep

Cuts strong

Cuts and heals

But my wound is long

 

I made them here is desperation

As rivers flowed above my head

I made them seeking admiration

From people I loved now dead

 

I have tattoos

Make with blood ink

They are prettier than your roses

They made me think

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One response to this post.

  1. Posted by mickey1987 on January 6, 2014 at 7:15 pm

    Very honest, very beautiful and I can read how it comes from a suffering heart!

    Reply

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