crimson bleedingA Poem by Dreamer (Kristen)In memory of Rose
The cold object I hold in my hand Sharp against my skin Beautifully silver It makes the pain go away It takes away my suffering I see crimson red Dripping away What a wonderful color With every drop that falls It mesmerizes me once again Pools of warm liquid are forming It calms me down I can only see magnificent colors The taste of metal in my mouth Oh, so it was blood I hear screams Unfamiliar voices Cold hands touching my face They wipe away my half forgotten tears I fall into a deep sleep
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3 Reviews Added on August 10, 2009 Last Updated on August 10, 2009 AuthorDreamer (Kristen)Paramaribo, SurinameAbouttrue loveNov 6, 2009 - Jan 5, 2010write a story about true love, thats all I got to say. [more] I decided to only write poetry, it's what I'm good at! Hi, my name's Kristi, and I love writing. .. more..Writing
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