It's a burning red
It's a chilling black
It's the warmth of being wrapped in a blanket by a fireplace in winter
The sunshine on your face on a breezy day
Being able to see the stars as you lay back on the grass
It's the knife dug into your back
Twisted and turned and shoved further, further
The hard pain sending screams from your mind
Silence on your lips
It's burning up on the sun
All encompassing, all controlling
It's everything to some
Nothing to others
To me, it means little to none
It's familial, it's friendly, but never romantic
YOU ARE READING
Anthology of Me and other various poems
Поэзияthe first 6 chapters are the original project I did my junior year of high school, the rest are other poems I wrote at varying times from then 'til now.
