wrapped up in this hell
i don't know how long i fell
i smack the ground with a thud
no one around me, not even my buds
but at least i have a story to tell
despite death, i yearn
for life after life, but see:
i have but one chance
red, red, red rests beside my bed
red, red, red is the pillow beneath my head
blue, blue, blue rumbles from the inside
blue, blue, blue is the color of the waves, of the tide
bring me under and leave me dead
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
