Decresent Poem by Crimson Love
Decresent
Wayning Crimson does as the moon,
She falls short of being whole,
Yet decreases rapidly,
Crestfallen little Crimson pays such love with blood,
cutting wrists, wanting life to be done,
Sickened and fading I'm just a figment,
No more...no less,
I'm nothing but me,
The one whom's name has faded with eternity.
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4/23/2024 8:08:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'the one whom's name faded with eternity' such a lovely line... sort of something to look forward to in the afterlife and hopeing that they would know that name too great poem ~Bella