i wrote you a poem,
i wrote it on my wrist.
The criss cross lines,
that lead up to my fist.
the story of my life,
the music of my soul.
the blood upon the knife,
the truth left untold.
a secret worth hiding,
a lie worth lieing.
A tear untouched,
reveals that I'm crying.
the slightest mistake,
can finish me off.
that is a risk,
I'm willing to take.
