The color red is the color I love
The color I love to see
Bleed and drip out of me
The color red bleeds out of me
When there is nothing for me to see
Nothing for me to feel
All I see
Is the color red
Bleed out of me
Is the only thing for me to feel
Is the quick slice
The feelings bleeding out
What everyone said leaving my body
My consciousness fading away.
YOU ARE READING
Love letters, Hurt poems
RandomCredit for my amazing cover to @SLKeys Ok so dont kill me. This book is kinda bipolar. I write when I am sad, feeling lose, lusting, in love, being happy, nervous, or basically any other feeling.
