i punched you and watched the blood drip down your lips
i couldn't help but be reminded of the time
you jumped and i watched the blood spill on the pavement
only difference was
your action was out of love
and mine out of pain
but perhaps my dear friend
the two aren't mutually exclusive
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this poem is SHER locked
Poetry~a collection of poems inspired by the bbc show sherlock~ i've recently been obsessed with this show and writing poetry so boom here are the two together. *spoilers, duh*
