Black is for darkness
that allow me to begin
this intense lack of holiness
carves my mind with sin
White is for our love
the only color between me and you
the color of the dove
the color of our innocent love
Red is for this bleeding heart
smashed into two pieces
one piece of my hate
and one of my sorrow
Silver is the color of this blade
cuts through my wrist fast and swift
as I laid here and died
my last thought was him....my love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem