Cut
you handed me
the rose,
that cut deep
into my hand.
i was too happy
to realize the damage
it had caused.
i went on,
trying to ignore the cut,
and enjoy the fact
that you were here..
finally, you took my hand
in your hand and squeazed tight..
i screamed from the pressure
of your hand against my cut..
you didn't even notice
that i had screamed..
you went on squeazing tight
then finally, i let go..
now, i am left
with a permanent scar
from the pain you caused me..
both inside and out..
date written: february 4, 2002
Email: bizkitchic29@hotmail.com
