Cutting out my Regrets in Blood

By lost the lonely dead • May 18, 2006 18:19 UTC

If I could write you the book of past regrets And pen such crimson words Ink would lesson the value the pain Keep pushing me from this pointless love Entrust me to keep mailing you my regrets I tarnish hearts with bloody hands The deeds sewn deep will reap lost pains The harvest so full it will be my end The err of my way a debt I cannot repay And so this is why no matter what is said I’ll continue to cut out my regrets in blood

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May 1, 2006 23:40Loneliness is condescending

cuttings bad, dont take pills, and monkeys are not my friends

May 2, 2006 16:05lost the lonely dead

yeah......i didnt think they were your friends and those other things shouldnt be either, thanks

May 9, 2006 23:11Faith

I love your use of language... it gives the poem a sense of nostalgia

May 10, 2006 17:45lost the lonely dead

*laughs* i like the way you said that thank you

September 12, 2006 08:43User

Agree with Faith..is has a nostalgic sense indeed..I really like it..

October 8, 2006 04:23lost the lonely dead

thanks its one of my personal fav's