Tacenda Poem by Crimson Love
Tacenda
Rating: ★5.0
Crimson is to not be mentioned,
Its nothing more than simple red,
Yet blood is all we are,
Were living by the hand called liquid,
All living and drowning,
Suffocating on blood.
Mention nothing of the heat,
Mention not, what it took to take from me,
Don’t mention these unmentionables,
To these never speak.
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4/24/2024 8:41:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
70% liquid. Blood is thicker than water. Since I may not mention the unmentionable, I will say it's a great fixationable poem!