Anita Clark

Rookie (13/10/1989 / Falkirk)


Red roses bleed,
I bleed your blood,
Thorns prick my fingers, as tears prick my eyes,
Looking up from below, a watery haze,
Is what life's like under my self conscious gaze,

And yet I can't decide,
When these feelings of guilt will reside,
When I will forgive my battered body,

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