Crimson Paint

Crimson Paint

A Poem by JaylynChristina

My eyes are gray,
My skin is white,
My wrists leak red.
The color's draining fast,
From me to you,
I don't paint the town,
Instead I paint you.
Blue becomes purple,
And yellow turns green.
I've got my pallete,
The colors of my wind.
Now I'm soaring,
Flying above,
As you call out from below.
Yelling-
"It wasn't your time to go."

© 2016 JaylynChristina


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I'm speechless. I can't even define my feelings towards this poem.
Well done!
I feel like we always have feedback to give but I honestly can't think of a way to describe how well you wrote this poem.
I really look forward to reading more of your words. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


My friend you speak in volumes here:) I really enjoy your work:) I have read many this morning seeing love heartbreak and even pain. I have seen much more within strife willingness. But many have touched:) I do like one where you said your words will always remain:) That is so very true you a great gift :)

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on April 11, 2016
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