Clear stained red penetrates my flesh,
The pain amidst the grass,
The wound is feeling fresh,
I start walking my last,
I stumble to a stranger,
Red warm rivers flows down my body,
My body strains as its in danger,
I fall for my support is shoddy,
I bleed,
My love...My love...
My body has popped,
I will call for you,
Until it's last drop,
My love.
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Too Many Eccentricly Boring Poems, But Lovely Nonetheless
PoetryI'll be posting my poems I write and/or have written. Love some feedback. I can always do better and might redux any that people think could be better. I hope you enjoy the poems.
