Drip-Drip - Poem by XBlackxRainbowX
Crimson falls from the needles tip.
Thread of black will do just fine
For this poem in my mind.
Print it out, slow and quick.
Crafty with each little prick.
Spelling love, spelling hate.
Spelling death, my final fate.
Now the sore is open again.
I won't be told.
Not now-Not then.
Tears fall hot from my lovelorn fit.
I love you so but you seem not to know.
The dark is here and it seems to grow.
Again I'm here to sit alone,
Staring at the flesh I've sewn.
Stitch me here-Stitch me there
Thead the needle without care.
My love for you is just like blood;
Wanted, needed-thick as mud.
In my hand, then take a sip.
The pain is real, but wait and see.
Get carried away and pay the fee.
Drip-Drip, from my finger tips.
Crimson stains on my blood-red lips.
I miss your touch. I miss your words.
You are so much. You are my world.
Come back to me-Please say you will.
If we can't be, my life I'll kill.
Just a thought can make me flip.
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