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Blade
When the new sun rises
And the new day begins
I will feel that blade touch my skin
One tear will drip for my eye
As my meaningless life passes by
One memory will pass a few times
When I think of that night
When a blue eyed blonde haired boy
Made me realize
That life is like a riddle
Confusing and challenging
That knife will hit the floor
As I head for the door
When I reach for the handle
I will step back and sit down
Will will raise that blade
And I will throw it at the wall
And there it will stay
Until the next day
- - MA
 Glass_Lilies · Mon Nov 15, 2004 @ 02:25am · 0 Comments |
