Fascinating, enchanting, terrifying and bold.
The result of recklessness, danger, hurt and sometimes love.
The way it drips off our skin, sliding, leaving a trace we wish we could forget. Tainting us with memories that will forever haunt our minds. Like ghosts of our past, we remember where each drop laid, we remember the suffering it came with.
Blood. Crimson red, turning into a cherry shade when it's just too much.
We hopelessly wish to never see it, or beg to watch it fall.
And sometimes we're left defenseless.
Our lives depend on this mesmerizing fluid like a king depends on his queen. Without it, it's simply nothing.
We should cherish it.
Maybe some do a little too much. They have this need to feel it, to admire it as it runs free, outside the labyrinth of our veins.
But what can I say?
It's fascinating, enchanting, terrifying and bold.
YOU ARE READING
L.T.
PoetryIf there was a price in emotion, this book would cost it all... Our tears were melodies that made our feelings a symphony. My life flashed before my eyes. And I got to fall in love with you all over again. I'm fine. But that's a lie.
