Knife Called Lust

Knife Called Lust

A Poem by BrokenGirl

If this knife called anything;

it must be lust.

Lust with the pain and feeling.

It shows what my heart feels.

Pull up my sleeves and see my cuts.

See the patterns that sing to me.

But hide it all again quickly because nobody must know.

 

Shhh, please little baby, it's our dirty little secret

© 2011 BrokenGirl


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Added on July 7, 2011
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BrokenGirl
BrokenGirl

Jefferson, AR



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I'm just me. A regular lost broken soul. Everyone says my writing is good so I thought I'd give it a shot here. See if anyone takes a liking to it. :] I'm very different more..

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