Pack of Blood (Poem)

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Note: I wrote this when I was in high school

I really love to play with words,
They mess with mud; I mess with hurt,
So when there’s something I can’t say,
That burns my soul; ruins my day,
I pull out a scrap of paper,
And people think it’s some dumb love letter,
So they leave me be with my thoughts of blue,
My morbid words say that I loathe you,
But if you read between the lines,
You’ll know that cupid committed a crime,
For when his arrow hit this pack of blood,
It made me stumble into the arms of love.

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