Damn, I'm Bleeding all over the Place.
It's on the Floor, on your Hand's, on your Face.
The Blood is from the Knife that you cut and
ripped my back with. Though You're lies Cut me Deeper
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Well, the good thing is, one must realize, someone else is waiting for you to give them a chance. One must be ready to move on.--Good poem--Melvina
Ever thought of moving to Nashville and writing country music lyrics?
I really liked this poem I could feel the emotional intensity. I know where your coming from aswell. Deanna