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Cuts
I won you from a sailor
and you saved me from the sea
but we were always running
different places to be free
You can throw away that knife
it can't cut me anymore
you can throw that knife away
don't try hide it in my drawer
You made your cuts into my heart
too deep, too many times
there's no more blood left to bleed
you have finished all my wine
It won't be any use
if you grovel on your knees
blaming crazy wont work either
since you busted my beliefs
See, I'm all ached out
like the money that you took
so I'm headed out your life
without a second look
You can put away that knife
it won't cut nothing now
put away that knife
can't you tell it holds no power
You can throw that knife away
it can't cut me any more
you can throw that knife away
and as you leave just close the door.
and you saved me from the sea
but we were always running
different places to be free
You can throw away that knife
it can't cut me anymore
you can throw that knife away
don't try hide it in my drawer
You made your cuts into my heart
too deep, too many times
there's no more blood left to bleed
you have finished all my wine
It won't be any use
if you grovel on your knees
blaming crazy wont work either
since you busted my beliefs
See, I'm all ached out
like the money that you took
so I'm headed out your life
without a second look
You can put away that knife
it won't cut nothing now
put away that knife
can't you tell it holds no power
You can throw that knife away
it can't cut me any more
you can throw that knife away
and as you leave just close the door.
Published 29th Nov 2009
| Edited 30th Jul 2012
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Anonymous
29th Nov 2009 3:18pm
Haunting and deeply resonant piece; I love the line "you have finished all my wine," and the fifth stanza is maybe one of the most witty and beautiful on this site. All in all, a simply exquisite and masterful poem, although the pathos of it is a little undermined by the use of slang terms such as "Doncha,'" though perhaps I'm just a linguistic philistine...
29th Nov 2009 3:44pm
If ( and it is if ) people who use knives automatically become philistines, then perhaps in the back of my mind for the word choice you mention was me wondering if I could do more to get a message home by stealing some of their language. I quite like "doncha" anyway as it's got a cold metal ring to it when you spit it out quickly! Appreciate the feedback, Jack.
12th Aug 2011 7:33pm
it works. rings well.
Funny how as I mottle along the undiscovered challenge you keep popping up. I declare a glitch in the system.
Funny how as I mottle along the undiscovered challenge you keep popping up. I declare a glitch in the system.
