I Run With Scissors

I run with scissors

To me, a paper cut is like a slap in the face

I write stories with no ending

I draw pictures that don't erase.


When my knives are as sharp as razors,

I cut my meat with a silver spoon.

I can dance when there's no music

And stargaze when there's no moon.


When I'm with you, my heart opens.

I'm so warm I can walk through blizzards.

When I'm happy, I sing softly.

When I'm angry, I run with scissors.

The End

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