Crimson water, crimson tide
These bloodshot eyes of mine
Tears burn through my wounds
Liquid lime
Dreamlike, the sensation at three
Swaying my lonely body
To songs in the dark
Bel espirit
Intoxicated by the past
In a rainbow, I am lost
Stains of nostalgia
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The Words of an Angsty Teen
PoetryI think I contemplate too much I'm fairly certain I need a drink To kiss, to feel another's touch - This is a poetry collection of an angsty teen. It's that and nothing else. Original, I know. Side note: this poetry collection doesn't promote depr...
