In my dreams
I'm a flower
Blooming red tonight
Under the night sky
In a full moon's sight
I saw a lover with knife
Pretending to be a murderer
Sharp edges on neck
Then a painless death
I laid frail in the basket
Before taken to the final grave
I took last breath in pages turned yellow
Bookmarked as one's love confession
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Bleeding Heart
PoetryA collection of never expressed emotions, words, love, anger, secrets... If you ever been through childhood trauma, you might relate to few poems... Heartfelt poem collection ❤️
