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Lost
As the blood spills over the blade
It's easy to think,
You are alone
No heart to link
As blood drips from the wrist
It's easy to see,
How close to death
One can be
But you are special
Dear, don't fret,
You are never alone
On that you can bet
For I will never leave
No way, no how,
You're too important
To me now
You're beautiful and perfect
And sweet as can be,
I never want to lose you
Why can't you see
How I look at you
It is with love,
Sweet and pure
With spirit of a dove
As I take your hands
I grip them tight,
So as not to let go
I hold on with might
As I roll up your sleeve
I look into your eyes,
And you know I love you at that moment
For I feel your cries
As I look down I see the cuts
Swollen and red,
Deep and hidden
Looking dead
Done looking I cry
For I feel the pain you feel,
And I kiss your lips
Wanting you to feel real
As the blood dries
And the cuts heal,
Please think of me
And our little deal
For you have conquered your fears
No need to cut,
I will always be here
Do not be in a rut
As the blood spills over the blade
He knows the girl he loves,
Has a mind as beautiful
As a dozen doves
