The Knife
With the knife in my hand, I start to think twice
Do I really need this?, it sure would be nice
Why am I doing this, I as myself as I begin to cut?
My hands know what they're doing, but my mind just screams what?!!
With every slice of the knife, a tear rolls down from my eye
Releasing withing, I give a good cry
I'm tired of crying, but the end is near
This I know, for every cut is clear
The tears are gone, I'm in a better place
I finished cutting the onion, now I'm watching the race
Copyright 2012
Sienna Grace
Do I really need this?, it sure would be nice
Why am I doing this, I as myself as I begin to cut?
My hands know what they're doing, but my mind just screams what?!!
With every slice of the knife, a tear rolls down from my eye
Releasing withing, I give a good cry
I'm tired of crying, but the end is near
This I know, for every cut is clear
The tears are gone, I'm in a better place
I finished cutting the onion, now I'm watching the race
Copyright 2012
Sienna Grace
12 年 前
... I adore your poetry, Sienna! You are a genius!