They were red ,
bright screaming painful deep dominating powerful persistent
R E D .
They fell in love like fingers bleeding
from touching the
thorn of the beautiful rose
that smelled of -
intoxication .
[If this girl's words have touched your soul , matter not how faint the sensation felt , would you mind dears , if she wished for you to tap on that minuscule star beneath and send kudos to her , please ?] :)
YOU ARE READING
into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
