Crimson is blood.
Crimson is lovely.
Crimson is different.
Crimson is deadly.
Crimson tastes like cold liquid metal.
Crimson smells like rotting flesh.
Crimson sounds like nails on a chalkboard.
Crimson feels like ice running over your eyeball.
Crimson looks like blood.
Crimson is beautiful.
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Poems Of Tears **COMPLETED**
PoetryA book of my poems Written by my heart They may not rhyme But I gave it a shot As I pass through these years The golden teen age One I hope ends in love With stains of Death and Decay
