you tripped me
I fell HARD
gashing my heart
blood spills
gashing my heart
blood spills
from a cool, white soul
pooling into grout lines
those that said,
I couldn't be caught
don't know for naught
another victim of love
pooling into grout lines
those that said,
I couldn't be caught
don't know for naught
another victim of love
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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