by Arcassin Burnham


Cut me like a rose that has been left
With it's final thorn,

Cut me like a pair of scissors flying through
The mist,

Cut me like the razors on the fence of
Where your heart lies,
But please don't tell that your heart lies,
Tell nothing but the truth so help you,
Deep tears when I bled you,
Lost in meadows when you left me,
Is there any place in this world where I'm suppose
To forgive you,
I put with so much ****,
For me just to forget you,
So easily,
You forgot me so easily,
So cut me with the paper on the counter
Of my home,
There's more precious than being left
Alone.