the red blood on my legs
dripping on the floor
in a steady rhythm
like the heartbeat, that is no more
When I tell you, it happened again
you hold me in your arms
repeating how sorry you are
eleven times worth
The time to cry has yet to come
time to rant and curse the world
but now, I need my harness
to keep the grief outside
The pain is too raw
I can not succumb
or I'll never
find my way back to you
When the night falls
we lay on our bed
You say, there is still hope.
But I tell you, My Love,
We don't make babies,
we make angels.
