Kissed upon crimson with blade, is the illusion of love,
A piece of metal, thought to bring salvation dost only beckon blood,
A faint tinge of sight I am granted,
through the bloody slits of a once whole body,
Yet blurry and distorted this love has become,
Such a one sided affair,
Whats keeping them together?
Perhaps just the Crimson Love they share.
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Your poem is soaked in imagery leaving an everlasting impression on my tweensy-weensy brain! You are rocking................... :) :) :) :) Keeping scaling the ladder!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this one is amazing to read, you are an amazing poet and i love reading all of the work that you post on this site