I see a river of crimson color
Silent,
As I watch it flow
Flow,
Flow,
Flow,
Fascinating
Until it overflowed to me
And so,
As I sink to the bottom
I feel your love -
Your warmth
The tenderness, and softness
My longing
For love and care
I swear,
I felt you,
I felt you,
As if you were there
Embracing me for I was scared
But it was a very big mistake
Such a petty assumption
A fool,
I was to you
But I will never despair
Never,
Just because of you
I opened my blind eyes;
Washed it with the crimson water
At last,
I am free from the mad you.
Now I stand,
And gave a crack of smile.
As I glare at the crimson river,
It was calling,
Begging for me.
So I turn my back from it.
I heard its flow
But this time...
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Failed Threats: Disheartened
PoetryHow are you so certain about your love for me? Can't you hear me at all, darling? I'm giving my all here; Screaming threats at the top of my lungs. Are you certain that this is not just out of pity? Because I don't need it at all - I already feel so...
