*~*Drops*~*

This poem can be conveyed in two ways, an innocent way(Tears) or a violent way(Blood).

One drop
Stains the face
I put on to face the world
Two drop
On my dress
I'm no longer that little girl
Three drop
Follows number one
Four drop
I'm not done
Five drop
Cuts the skin
Six drop
Cuts the heart
By the seventh drop my
Body is dead, but out
Of my corpse my soul soars freely.