Black was the theater
Red was the stage
One outstretched shaken hand
One gripping life by the side
No one saw the after-act
No one noticed the red
Bleeding and dancing Swan Lake
Bleeding while creating a story
No stopping the glow
No stopping the unfolds
YOU ARE READING
It's Ok to Cry, No One Here Will Judge
PoetryA book filled with poems written by me, (J. Eclipse). I hope you like some of them. They are usually written when I feel down or blue. Maybe you can relate to one or two.
