Need your wants,
And want your needs,
Live for today,
yet die for tomorrow,
Speak of Crimson as words fall upon sorrow,
Ears hear broken whispers,
Shadows grab upon what they deem a need,
Yet Crimson knows not of wants,
Only masochistic need.
Rain, you are a magnificent poet! I just love these lines...amazing... :)
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As said by Jacqui I just love these lines... Amazing! Yes as usual your poem is all special.............10+++++++++++++++++= A nice poem! Speak of Crimson as words fall upon sorrow, Ears hear broken whispers,