I wrote you a letter <br />and I wanted it to be <br />in your hands today <br />but you left swiftly <br />after you punched in <br />your departing numbers <br />You didn't give me a chance <br />I wanted to give you <br />an ink filled parchment <br />that would put me on <br />the road toward the vault <br />that holds your very heart <br />I want to put on a mask <br />and creep into it <br />and pull it out <br />I'll run away with it <br />in a bag that is <br />dripping crimson <br />I might set off all the alarms <br />but I don't care I want you to know<br /><br />Cokbod Lodwogo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dripping-crimson/
