Bloody Poetry Poem by Crimson Love
Bloody Poetry
I lie upon a bed of roses,
The sweet smell intocicating me,
The thorns burrow deep, It hits the viens,
let the blood become who you are,
Your listening, but not hearing anything at all,
Let the drips from your veins become your final words,
Like poetry they fall upon this paper,
Bleeding ink in the form of an apology,
Forever stained with the blood you've given,
Everything you've said was meant to be written.
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4/25/2024 5:31:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
As said by some writer ' poetry is powerful flow of our emotions, feelings and sudden rush of blood on the paper. You poems are highlighting the truth and delight us! 'Like poetry they fall upon this paper, Bleeding ink in the form of an apology, ' Terrific poetic show - a horror movie you showed in 5 min! 10 ++++ and 5 miles Count it your are not wrong + 1 bonus! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) Bye for now!