Crimson Love

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Weeping Wrists - Poem by Crimson Love

Wrists weep,
what love I had,
every drop, of blood,
embraces the other,
upon floor,
beads of sweet red,
form together,
apart for only seconds...
but the time seems eternal....

Within my own blood,
my reflection, crimson,
burns as I see what I am,
Wrists crying,
as eyes weep the same,
bleeding from every pore,
this blood is no more,
I fall into,
that In which I humbly,
bled for.....

once flowing blood,
remains stagnant,
on the outside...
Never again,
shall such nectar flow through,
these collapsed veins,
I so many times,
opened,
then closed,
to finally open them,
in one more glorious,
heap of desecrated flesh,
just for a glimpse,
of the blood,
I wished I never had.


Comments about Weeping Wrists by Crimson Love

  • (12/13/2011 11:14:00 AM)


    Your poems speak of love which enjoys crimson blood shed out..was love not made to remain alive and live life..what you write compels to ask many more questions those times are gone people died for their beloved..these days people have become practical they are no more emotional beings..they move ahead in search of better partners.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 13, 2011



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