Poet In The Jar Diaries: Drop Of Blood

Wednesday, February 17

Drop Of Blood

There is glitter in your blood
Slowly trickles down
And freezes
Like a snowflake

Is your drop of blood

There is life in your blood
Life of heart
Until it dies
It's so intense

Your drop of blood

I will cut you open
To see your blood shine
Only the few drops I need
To make that glitter mine

Like a snowflake
A dying flower
In your wake

Is your drop of blood

You can have my blood
And my stained knife
You can have my breath
My entire life

For you're in my blood, darling
And that's what makes it glitter

4 comments:

RoccariFebruary 17, 2010 at 8:29 PM
creepy!

"You can have my blood
And my stained knife
You can have my breath
My entire life"

makes me scared. that´s why I can´t say I love it xD I hate being scared of something :DD
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Poet In The JarFebruary 17, 2010 at 10:27 PM
Ahaha, I take that as a compliment xD
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RoccariFebruary 18, 2010 at 8:57 PM
you take everything I say as a compliment :D
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Poet In The JarFebruary 19, 2010 at 12:42 AM
Well, it's a nice way to interpret what people say ;)
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