And it is only after the last text is sent,
the last dinner enjoyed,
the last weekend spent in the mountains,
the last flower picked
or taken and destroyed ,
the last conjugation of two calloused hands,
the last artwork smashed,
the last passionate kiss shared,
and the last “I love You” spoken
will you know what
it is truly like
to bleed.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 7:13 PM UTC
And it is only after the last text is sent,
the last dinner enjoyed,
the last weekend spent in the mountains,
the last flower picked
or taken and destroyed ,
the last conjugation of two calloused hands,
the last artwork smashed,
the last passionate kiss shared,
and the last “I love You” spoken
will you know what
it is truly like
to bleed.
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