February 21, 2012

  • Paper Cuts

     

     

    So I know it’s a little late, but this is my Valentine’s post. (By the way, I had an amazing night on Valentine’s Eve. I took an amazing and beautiful girl to a banquet hosted by the college, then we went mini-golfing and had loads of fun. laughing)

    This poem could’ve gone a few different ways, like the melancholy way most of my poems go. But I decided Valentine’s has enough depression surrounding it, so I’d change things up a bit. I like the way it turned out, and hope you do, too. So without further adieu, here is…Paper Cuts.

    Paper Cuts

    My hand is now bleeding

    From a fresh paper cut

    As I try to write;

    But I’m stuck in a rut

    See, I can’t think straight

    Whenever you’re around.

    I can’t say anything right;

    Nothing witty, or profound.

    So I thought I might

    Write a letter to you

    Saying all the things

    I don’t, but always mean to.

    So don’t mind the blood

    That’s turned into a stain

    For the feelings that I have for you

    Outweigh this small pain.

     

    My head is now bleeding

    From a gaping hole

    That a flying bullet left

    As it passed through three seconds ago.

    But don’t worry about me;

    I will be alright

    Since the men who tried to hurt you

    Have fled into the night.

    As long as you are safe:

    That’s all that matters to me.

    And if that means my death,

    Then my death means victory.

    So don’t mind my blood

    As it grown into a stain

    For my love for you

    Far outweighs the pain.

     

    My heart is still bleeding

    From a gaping hole

    That you, my love, have left

    When you passed on three days ago.

    You were my guiding star

    When I lived in life’s night.

    When all was once wrong,

    You came and made it right.

    In darkness throughout the years

    A light, you’d always shine.

    Though I did once save your life,

    It was you who truly saved mine.

    So even though your heart

    May never beat again.

    I know I’ll see you soon,

    And that helps me ignore this pain.

     

     

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