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5/4/2015 10:38:16 PM

K.M North
Posts: 97

Emma was a cutter

And when she was pretty

Boy she was on

And when she was on

She set me on fire

But when she was down

She liked to cut deep enough

To see the blood turn from blue to red

And run down her wrists and onto her legs

With Joy Division on the record

She laid there and wanted to feel

Something or nothing

She couldn't live with the in between anymore

Lift me to the pyre

Let the lamps expire

Emma came from Nashville

Or was that Maria

Been so long i can't even remember

But I know I met her at the hospital

After a swan dive prom night

And heart on sleeve meet pavement

She slipped me notes under my door

And signed them Capulet

I was young and naive

And drunk off whatever i could get

We met in the shadows of the city

Rose with the sun

By then we knew every scar and story

All the jokes about

Cutting down and out and deep

Emma was endlessly sad

And only smiled when she was high

She promised to write me

But i never heard from her after that night

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