Scarlet Ribbons on pale skin,
Don't you see she'll never win,
Pain is driving her insane,
But you never hear her complain,
She's losing it today,
She never thought it'd be this way,
But she'll take a deep breath,
And gracefully embrace her death,
She wrote up her goodbyes,
No more hearing silent cries,
Because she's done with this life,
Now she's picking out her knife.
YOU ARE READING
Poems For Death✔️
PoetryThey sound really pretty and there here for anyone who wants to read them. ~~~ My style of writing has improved so if you don't like these please check out my new book called A Poem For Death. ~~~
