Poem Hunter
CA (April 20 1991 / Pennsylvania sadly)


Cut, Cut deep
To the depths of your soul
To the pain inside
To the thunderous roll
Cut, Cut down
To the ice in your heart
To the burning snow
To the chemical start
Cut, Till blood
Till the pouring blood rains
Till the roses are fed
With an ounce of your pain
Cut, Now hide
So no one will see
So no one will ask
For happiness from me

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i love it.. i just wanted to thank you for your comments and i'd love to talk about poetry with you sometime. i can't wait to read more.. great writting. yours truly scarred