Penetrating deep, thy poem cuts my heart <br />Bidding adieu, my love is cut apart <br />Teeming down thy lines, my love is found anew <br />For every cut thou make, is a line inherently true. <br /> <br />With each swift cut, a pain of heart thou make <br />In each move, my loving heart thou take <br />Sweet girls who slice thine own wrist <br />All that blood my heart shall dearly miss <br /> <br />To each permanent scar, with this poem's potency <br />My love's lips sweetly kiss <br />To cleanse thou painful mar and <br />bring back thine soul amiss!<br /><br />Kevin Michael Murphy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-girls-whom-cut-thy-wrists/
