A TCM poem
Water flowing
River of blood
Hurt does not replace
The ones we loved
The dark and cold
You draw them out
And grow old
They don’t fade with age
Black and empty your heart is gone
Drawn apart
By the never ending song
You loved them so
They had to leave
Their deaths so bold
Because of someone’s cruelty
The river always flowing
Of river and blood
You cannot replace
With your pain and blood
YOU ARE READING
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Teen FictionMostly TCM poems with muselvrs additional poems. Used to be called "Poems and shorts"
