Scarlet, crimson, rouge.
Transparent pain,
Faded red,
Age old memories,
A spinning head.
Scarlet memories,
Sweetest agony,
Utter confusion,
Possible tragedy.
A loving death,
Frequent lie,
Unknown limits,
Planned goodbye.
New hello,
Rethought plan,
Great confusion,
Run whilst you can.
Rouge desires,
Blissful years,
Same game,
How many years?
Fades crimson,
Ended race,
Well known winner,
Smiling face.
Scarlet dream,
The beauty I saw,
Apparent illusion,
Sometimes craving more.
Living passion,
Lack of blood,
Breathing for moments,
Not 'what if' and 'could'.
Shades of past,
Scarlet, crimson, red,
Now yellow, orange,
A frequent level head.
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The Pure, Simple, Truth.
PoetryLife isn't always the best thing. But we only get one. So here I am, making the most of it, trying my best to get everything i feel down into words so that i don't have to dwell on those feelings and thoughts anymore. My latest collection of poems...
