May 2014
I think about you often
skin as soft as knives
but I'd cut my hands right off
just to touch your cheek again
And my lips would spill crimson
to kiss yours
I would drain my blood for you
skin as soft as knives
but I'd cut my hands right off
just to touch your cheek again
And my lips would spill crimson
to kiss yours
I would drain my blood for you
© Erin Mason 2014
