Story books end in shades of red
From tears, from, death, even from love
Red is the color of blood and hate
Red is the color of love and roses
Streams of red follows me feeding from my guilt and sadness
These thread like streams weave together to make the cloak around me
Suffocating as I look to the moon to save me
Hating the feeling of being trapped
Loving the thing that could kill me
Dresses spin around me on their matching mannikins
Princes holding poisoned roses behind them
Daft girls finally free from their Ivory towers ready to be trapped ing new chains
Red is the color of blood spilled by love
YOU ARE READING
With you
PoetryThis is a group of poems that depicts how I see the world and relationships, I hope that you choose to read it but honestly it is your choice not mine. If you ask me to I'll post more poems at a later date.
