Pushing a boundary I thought
It's atrocious how love can be brought to physical pleasure
As time passed by it became a thunder of regret
"Why me" I would ask
"Your kind and sweet" A reply would come
Some may question me
Drama was brewing
Waiting to burst in a cloud of toxic waste
Fading away, I know what I must do
We all have the time to think logically
The sun is beaming with hope as I conjure up all of my might to drop in harmony
To let go of this disastrous pleasure
To abduct such calmness
To pretend that this is right
A Crimson Omen
An Omen that is as strong as a god of will
To break a mere human that is unsure of logic
I fell
And swelled as tears became vivid
We are gone
YOU ARE READING
Crimson Omen
PoetryWhen love is inevitably strong. One may act as of nothing is present, though, in the inside it is excruciating sorrow.
