My body is a maze
Blood filling my veins
So angry that it turns red
Like the blackened ends of a rose
When it spills
It screams
"What a waste"
For a moment it stops dancing
In efforts to stop leaving
My body is a maze
Blood spilling from my veins
Cleaning the mess I made
My body is a maze.
The blood circulates through my veins.
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Pen To Paper
PoetryPut a pen to the paper Some say "It's just poetry" No this is not just poetry It's emotions spilling on a page Words filled with sadness and rage Poetry is a window to the soul Because sometimes we can't find the door Put a pen to the paper And...
