Cuts feel like burns, Feelings in my heart churn. I used the razor to make me bleed, My feeling flutter in the wind like a reed. I want to erase my life and start over, I wish I was as precious to him as a four-leaf clover. The cuts still burn as if they were acid from a lime, Please push me on the swing one more time. Ignore my blood and my tears and all the rhymes, And please just push me on the swing on last time.
Packed with emotion- and rhyme. I'd love to see you try this one as free verse and get past the constraints traditional line ends enforce. Open your wings and fly free. Try it.
