A crimson tear and eyes pool blue,
She weeps in silence hating you.
A broken heart mends on its own
Her skin as pale and white as bone.
You wish something could just be done
Fragile feelings are just not fun.
A broken heart on Valentine's day,
Darkness glooms, she has nothing to say.
Left to stitch her hopeless wounds
From sight of you as her last light looms.
Stuck with hope, no, none at all.
She wishes soon she'll someday fall.
As the darkness lurks, she kneels down
Here in this room there is no sound.
Writing out a list of targets
To get revenge on this here town.
Pulling out a scarlet knife
bleached with red from previous battles.
With this tool she'll end a life.
She'll take the one that dares and tattles.
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is basically where I keep all of the poems I write, whether it's for school, a song I'm writing, or just for fun. A lot of these poems come from my actual emotions or something that inspired me. So please, take some time to look through some of...
