I was faced with a conundrum just the other day.
You see, a girl that I had fancied -- she took my heart away
She cut it open it with a rather rusty sharp utensil
then she penned the most beautiful lines with that sanguine pencil
Her writing with my AB Positive were delicate and wonderful
as I lay upon the ground, seeping by the bucketful
While I will admit that I was all manners of distressed
I also couldn't help to be tremendously impressed.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 6:29 PM UTC
I was faced with a conundrum just the other day.
You see, a girl that I had fancied -- she took my heart away
She cut it open it with a rather rusty sharp utensil
then she penned the most beautiful lines with that sanguine pencil
Her writing with my AB Positive were delicate and wonderful
as I lay upon the ground, seeping by the bucketful
While I will admit that I was all manners of distressed
I also couldn't help to be tremendously impressed.
I'm noticing a trend of death and blood in a few of my recent poems
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