Blood flows where tears dry
I cannot stop this
I cry blood
I hold this between my fingers
My reliever, my redeemer
My best friend
My only friend…
How do I describe
this splendor of pleasure?
…as i slide it
and apply pressure
Atlast I found it
A way out of this pain
Where talking fails…
where tears dry…
The blood flows
…and saves
2 comments
I like this poem
Thanks Im glad you like it, nikki =)