I know That I cant always have all the answers.
I know that I cant be sure.
Of all of lifes mistaken cancers,
That when i bait a hook i musnt forget the lure.
That when you see a bright future
For one of your ownYou are secretly more tripped up on grief then you have shown
That when your scared of the color red its only because death is ready to be sown.
And when your ready to give up suddenly you cant anymore.See we arent afraid of red
We are afraid of blood instead
We arent afraid of dying
We are afraid of crying
We arent afraid of loosing
We are afraid of bruising
And when i see the color red.
It means,
Two more greens.
It means life just goes to show, how much death truly screams.
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Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poesia©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...