As red as a cherry,
As dark as the night.
Sweet as sugar,
Bitter as death.
Its warm as the summer,
But as cold as the winter.
The line between living and dieing.
A liquid so vital,
So wanted and needed.
Once it starts to flow,
It'll be hard to stop,
Either way it flows,
Up or across.
The loss of this liquid is ones,
Many fears,
The cause of so many tears,
And of the loss to those we hold dear.
YOU ARE READING
My heart......
PoesíaThese are my poems and they are just my way of dealing with all the heart ache. So read and you'll probably relate to them. :) Thank you if you took the time to actually read them. Don't forget to comment and tell me what y'all think!
