You can cut me,
Shoot me,
Or bruise me
But I will always bleed red
In your world of blues,
And some day
I will find someone
That's like me.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
day 358
You can cut me,
Shoot me,
Or bruise me
But I will always bleed red
In your world of blues,
And some day
I will find someone
That's like me.
