Cup of Salt
By Riverette
Will I ever again feel the way I felt when we first met? I looked in your eyes Slipped and fell Hit my head And I’ve never felt better Every scrape and cut I received Felt good Because you gave it to me But as soon as you left Those sores you gave me They ached And I needed you To dress my wounds But by then it was too late You had moved on To another girl And injured her While my blood still dripped Now who will pick me up? A suffering girl Bloody On the side of the road Not you, or any other But you will always be there To lend me A cup of salt for my wounds Written July 31st, 2001 © on Jan 05 2002 04:41 PM PST 0 • 1
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