I scraped my knees falling for you
Blood seeped through my favorite jeans
You picked me up
Wiped off the blood
You kissed it to make it feel better
Now you're gone
Tears spill from my eyes
Onto the pages of words i write for you
I'm still down
Waiting
Hoping you'll come pick me up
But all i have is the pain filled kiss of our memories
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