Picking

by Manda   Apr 14, 2005


Why can't i cut
just the littlest slice
just one
but if u say no that means no
i do it for u
i don't know why
i don't think i like you more then a friend
but i love you in a way i cant explain
i love you so much i don't cut
but i want to so much
i have to pick between you and the knife
and what you know is that i pick.....
but the truth is, i picked the knife!

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  • 19 years ago

    by Kristen

    You have no idea how much that relates to me