Bloody X

by fearose   Jun 30, 2008


Cross my heart and swear to die
Etch my ankles bare and dry
Marks of memories overlapped
Lines of my sadnessfully mapped

Blood lines trail, wrists intact
That I promise is a fact
My ankles sore, my heart torn
After doing what I once had sworn

Kiss my lips and cast me away
Please don't leave, I'm here to stay
After you heard of my bloody sin
You reconsidered once again

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