This Doesn'T Make Any Sense
Blood like breath spilling from the lips
Life like death sailing and sinking ships
Dance in the sun, forget sorrow
Embrace into one; here comes tomorrow
Feel pain and die again
Never know when to say when
Love like life
There's blood on your knife
Copyright © Christopher Stones | Year Posted 2012
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