I see the red
your knuckles
hitting
kissing them
striking
pours
no blue
no orange
red
so ruby
crimson
I weep
Clear
liquid
They fall
Blood falls
Clawing.
I tell
i fell
fell into the dirt
making it crimue
making it wet
-crimue, crimson seeing blue-
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clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
