Bleed
Bleed
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Words on paper I had written so many,
All of them I have thrown away.
Hoped to show you all one day;
but blind as you are, they are better that way.
My wrist bleeds on the papers across,
blotting the words I was writing today.
Meant to change the world with my thoughts;
all I could write was letters frayed.
When your sight returns,
I will be long gone;
save the trouble of looking this way.
Try if you must, I do not care
Thoughts of you will have faded away.