The years of tears,
I was so unwilling to let go of,
Have finally flooded the gates of Crimson,
I know not the cause or the reason,
all I know..is hurt is abundant,
Melencholy words pass through,
One ear not to come out the other,
but to remain, replaying in sad repitition,
The emotional hurt now bleeds to the surface,
I must release my sorrow, with a quick slash,
One small stream of pain,
Realeased from a vein of Crimson,
my thin line between the beauty of insanity,
is on the brink of becoming, something perhaps sane.
I speak these words in attempt to vent, but I know there spoken in vain.
Crimson Love, this really moved me...to cry is sometimes good, it heals the soul. Live your emotions, but please don't stop a pure crimson heart beating...
Honey, such a sad beauty. This poem is tear-jerking and I hope for you to become 'something perhaps sane'. There are so many who admire your poetry so your words are never spoken in vain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow that was jus tbreath taking i loved it great job