the sweet colors
of crimsom red
on my palew white skin
the way things move and change,
tattooing my arm in another color
running a fine line down my arm
the way my heart beats for you
erratic at first
with adrenaline to set me free
the way my head spins
im dizzy
grasping the counter
letting go of my held in breath
im breathing again
feeling alright
just a slight resemblance
crimson red tuening pink
on my pale white skin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem