Crimson

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 26, 2017

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Red... No Crimson...

Fills my mind leaking, seeping, slowly suffocating. aching to forget the passion I felt though it still scars my soul. All I see is red though I long to see blue or yellow.

I hate yet I love you...I gave you my everything...I shared my darkness, burned the only candle I held dear so you could see I am not the demon that I seem to be. Though I am no angel nor am I slave to my own mind. I see my torn wings and try to mend them stitch them together but I'll never be the same.

I miss blue the most, soft and easy to live with... remove this knife from my heart so I can be at peace and see all there is to see, not just this blood in front of me.


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