Good-Bye

I wrote you a poem on my wrist.
Take this blade and make a fist.
When it starts to bleed, your all i need.
You are the only one who can take away the pain.
My life is a blur, your love is so vain.
So just cut me now, just the way you know how.
The blood is dripping, my heart is skipping.
Of all the things ive learned in life,
I never learned how to say good-bye.

© ciara schult
11-24-05 7:53 pm