Posting a few old ones I never posted
I remember standing on the edge
There was no ledge
I remember the wind whispering
Beckoning
I recall tear stained cheeks
That wouldn't dry for weeks
Through folds pulled tight
Even then, I knew it was right
She always was on for red
Killing honor until it remained dead
Edge another, the wind would whisper
Who was I to deny the whisper
Eye lids now droop
Her life was just an endless loop
Her thorny pain so beautiful
The claret fountain she found thoughtful
This will be her dream until she dies
Until then, on wings of madness she flies
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
