WHAT IF I CUT MYSELF?
I fell without fallingDoubt caught me
Fear almost let me go
Flowers needing water
I tripped over my thoughts
A jump rope doubled up
I went with the flow
Sugar sweet sweat to drink
What if I cut myself?
Blood flowing freely
To the death of me
Would you drink to satisfy?
Say boy, what if I cut myself?
Would you call 911 or whisper
Four, one, one spreading rumors
Lies, the truth of the matter
Last begging for first
The question remains
Laughter wants to save
I wish mouth to mouth
Unsteady on both feet
I lay down for you boy
Your salmon swims upstream
Sugar sweet sweat I drink
What if I cut myself?
Blood flowing freely
To the death of me
Would you drink to satisfy?
Say boy, what if I cut myself?
Would you call 911 or whisper
Four, one, one spreading rumors
Lies, the truth of the matter
What if I cut myself
Cut myself real deep
What if I cut myself
Romamtically put to sleep
Real deep
Real deep
Real deep
I cut myself
Copyright, Nina Lee and Nathaniel London Jr. coauthor 2014
All rights reserved by coauthor 03-31-14
Poetry by Nina Lee
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Written on 2014-04-01 at 02:20
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