Blood, Tears, Tap Water & Shaving Foam
Posted by: thisbushislush on: May 8, 2007
Blood, Tears, Tap Water & Shaving Foam
Like an unforeseen razor nick,
The thoughts of an old love cut in deep,
From my skin oozes a puddle of blood,
Trickling down my face to the sink – creating a small flood,
Celebrating my carelessness I smile,
Yet looking into the mirror I see myself cry,
Blood, tears, tap water and shaving foam,
The quaint concoction’s stinging my open wound -
D’you hear me groan?
Drying my face, I drained the subdued crimson water
The raw pink flesh swells, the stinging pain lingers
It’s a reminder to be more careful next time
Be it with shaving, or committing a love crime
But when the scab’s shredded itself off the scar,
Together with the wound that’s no longer ajar,
How can I be certain that tomorrow in the morn’,
I won’t be bleeding again,
And the love I give won’t be scorned?
7 Responses to "Blood, Tears, Tap Water & Shaving Foam"
May 9, 2007 at 4:30 pm
well it you’re hurt by love at least you know you’re only human… not some heartless, numb-skinned robot
and songs are ten times deeper when you’re in love (or fresh out of it!)
May 11, 2007 at 2:07 am
no comment on the poem but the image displayed is good.
if it’s hurt sometimes, I recommend next time you use Opilca to remove your hair… no need for razor blade
February 10, 2008 at 8:28 am
“How can I be certain that tomorrow in the morn’,
I won’t be bleeding again,”
sounds so pretty but such a painful feeling
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May 8, 2007 at 10:13 pm
“…From my skin oozes a tiny pool of blood,
Trickling down my face to the sink – creating a flood,…”
i guess that if it was a flood, you would be dead by now :p
well, love hurts. but i prefer to be hurt sometimes.
and wounds heal themselves… so…