What do I do?
I bleed
my blood
perfect and incapable
causing questions
What lies in my in my blood?
emotion
dripping running stumbling
like clumsy words
caught up
the folded doorstep of my tongue
Full of meaning
unable to present themselves
Enough to choke the next question
a ****** puddle
of raw truth and confessions
bleached away
The flower to my garden
struggling to stay alive
So next time you make me bleed
let me bleed for you
And where is my emotion
in my blood
running….
breath
dripping…
exhale
stumbling…
nothing
perfect and incapable
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
What do I do?
I bleed
my blood
perfect and incapable
causing questions
What lies in my in my blood?
emotion
dripping running stumbling
like clumsy words
caught up
the folded doorstep of my tongue
Full of meaning
unable to present themselves
Enough to choke the next question
a ****** puddle
of raw truth and confessions
bleached away
The flower to my garden
struggling to stay alive
So next time you make me bleed
let me bleed for you
And where is my emotion
in my blood
running….
breath
dripping…
exhale
stumbling…
nothing
perfect and incapable
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