Come to me..
You're still clothed in some of my skin.
I still have the tattered remains from where
your heart grew too papery-thin.
I wrote love poems on it
with the blood of a bear and
buried it in the forest snow.
Mixed with my tears ..
I see the sand flow through the years.
A secret buried within, so deep
not even the heavens can hear.
Won't you be mine
my razorblade valentine
Come to me..
make the circle complete
