This is going to be a poem I'm telling you this because you might be able to tell, poetry is not my favor... sweatdrop
My heart beats, but why in this way, my life is flashing, before my eyes. These crimson feathers leave patterns of red and gold splashes of paint that can never go away. I worry for them, they worry for me. When will it end this panic and worry that strikes through us Why does it effect us so? When we could just be like those who once were, the one who loved to live and lived to love. Why does it have to end like this? With gold and red patterns covering my hands and arms. Red Red Red The red that filled your viens that gave you life that brought this feeling upon me Red Red Red
I asked you how you could live when I was dieing so Why couldn't you anwser me? Why did you look away and laugh at my fragile figure Red Red Red My heart beats fast I can not control it anymore when will you learn I can not control the past Red Red Red Red like what fills me and bubbles out like what once held us close Red like the blood that filled us and brought us together now it's over the blood is spilled over me like a red curtain closing as the show ends like my eyes closing as my life ends
Told you it would look like much of a poem when I was done, and don't ask what its about cuz that doesn't matter, it's simply there to be there.
mistyjoy11 · Wed Jun 21, 2006 @ 03:11am · 1 Comments |