Here I Sit Poem by Michael Buchanan

Here I Sit



Here i sit in my room, bleeding velvet, razor to wrist, unable to resist the pleasure since you left, i lost all sense and all feeling, why cant you just walk back in and let us make believe it never happened and we could be happy again, and maybe ill put the gun away and stay for awhile just to see you smile...

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