My love and blood drip from my wrist. See what happens, from one innocent kiss. You shatter her hopes, her dreams, her pride. As she sits there waiting, for you to be by her side. Days turned into a week, one week into two. She sat there still, waiting for a phone call from you. "Why hasn't he called? What's wrong with me?" Sobbing in her bed. She turned and looked way up far. There, alone, was a big bright star. It filled her with hope, happiness, and might. She sure wasn't going to let him. Leave without a fight. The next day she called him, let him know how she felt. A week later, a poem out of guilt, landed on her doorstep, he wanted her bliss.
