I dig through the bag
and feel for the paper
I long to feel upon
my shaky finger tips.
it all happened rather quick,
you see,
I did not expect it
to happen like this.
I did not expect to come to my senses
while reaching for something
chained to my heart and
not controlled by my head.
a sharp pain,
it truly is not too intense
yet most people tend to
exaggerate the pain.
a simple
small cut
my finger will usually throb
but this time my body went numb.
a single drop of blood
a single little cut
from a love letter
meant for him.
c.d.
a/n: I got a paper cut in class the other day.
YOU ARE READING
1:46 a.m.
PoetryA collection of poems, most written at extremely late, or should I say extremely early, times of the day, when my mind can truly bleed its thoughts onto paper.
