Surface as white as falling snow,
Blue rivers so clear as they flow.
A pen that's shiny and pointed,
Strikes red - the canvas is painted.
Ecstacy, what everything is,
So warm and thick, so bright, a bliss!
Comfort, sorrow, anger, and pain,
What's done is done, what is to gain?
Fall on the knees, lie on the floor,
Listen to the knock on the door.
Crimson beauty before the eyes,
Last image as the knocking dies.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Collection
PoetryHope you'll be able to give this a chance. Basically just scribbled words on a scrap piece of paper which are just lame excuses for poems I write whenever I'm bored, down, or just... yeah... that I want to share with you guys. Enjoy reading my mind...
