I wrote

I wrote you a poem today but
i wish you could see it.
For it was a song of grace and
love cut into me bit by bit.

I wrote the poem with ink,
red as blood from my being.
but it would give one nightmares
if the pain was beleiving.

I can't believe i say this but it's
part of me i don't intend to show off.
But without my life would be nothing but a bluff.

Juliette