You prick me Any number of times I bleed every time.. You grow sharper.. The pain and blood wrings out a verse.. that caress my soul.. Every time you prick And I shed a drop of red You ask Ain’t I sharp? I smile.
This blog is about bringing out the music from my thoughts as verses.
You prick me Any number of times I bleed every time.. You grow sharper.. The pain and blood wrings out a verse.. that caress my soul.. Every time you prick And I shed a drop of red You ask Ain’t I sharp? I smile.