Yellow
Posted by captainlemonberry | Posted in failing, falling, lonely, love, pain | Posted on 7:17 PM
I s t o o d i n f r o n t o f m y b r a n d n e w m i r r o r . . .
And looked at the girl who looked back at meShe seemed desperate and in need of a cut
So I promised myself that I'd make her bleed
Reaching for the scissors on my desk,
My thumb slid against the blades
She had her fill of innocence;
It was sin she'd been wanting to taste
My empty hand ran down her thigh,
And she stood there, so lost and alone
She needed to feel what I wanted to give
For contrition was all she had known
While the scissors worked to free
The long, flowing hair that framed her face,
She closed her eyes and held her breath
As my fingers explored her secret place
A few minutes passed by with eerie silence
Until the floor was covered with hair
I ran my hand through her short boy cut
And stopped just so I could stare
I tiredly gave her a look of regret
And buttoned up the clothes I'd undone
Y o u w a n t s o m e t h i n g t o b e p r o u d o f ,
And I forget that I'm a someone
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wao I hadnt read this one I enjoyed reading it cause i didnt know where I was going at first