Beauty Cutter

by The Lady of Shalott   Oct 18, 2006


Beauty is shown to those who let it, quietly, flow from their wrists;
Those who take the sweet blade across, and see crimson flow from where it kissed.
She remembers the first time she cut up her life, and watched the beauty ooze,
Knowing she had nothing to gain,
And that she still has nothing to lose

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  • 18 years ago

    by Coral

    Great flow, i like it... i wish it was a little longer though