Bloodstains (C)
Red, like the paint on the sheets
the ones that wont let in any heat
the color is bold yet too plain
but the meaning lets out so much pain
Bloodstains on my wrist
Because I made you pissed
Bloodstains on my head
There it is all over my bed
The smell is all over my place
There is blood all over my face
You hurt me way to much
I can't stand your bloody touch
Bloodstains on the gun
Don't believe what I have done
Bloodstains on my lave
From your bloody fave
You had your chance to stop
You even lied to the cop
You should of yelled
But you never bailed
Bloodstains in my heart
You ripped it apart
Bloodstains in my mine
You body they'll never find
(poem is copyrighted under my name)
Copyright © Jasmine Rowe | Year Posted 2005
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