A wound
Scarlet filling the room
Of a dress once white as dove
The hands hold me
For the first twirl in the waltz
Another wound
The floor turns red with life
With waltz to dance in the cold
While the piano keys are played
By a hand of no stranger
Last wound
Shadows tainted with the essence
Slipping farther away
But closer to the waltz
Never to part again
For it is the beginning
Of an end.
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STAI LEGGENDO
For You, Death.
PoesiaIt's a collection of poems I wrote. Most of them are melancholic and gothic. Sadness, death, suicide, and loneliness. "Our letters, To Death and from Death." I'd love to hear your feedbacks and questions! Especially some poems might be quite crypti...
