Am I to late?
did I make it in time?
have you made a new vain,
from the vain within?
Have you colored yourself,
With that Crimson stain?
Can I help ease the pain?
If I made it then you will see,
that new lines are not needed,
when you are with me,
I'm here to help you,
just don't give up the fight.
Because those little silver lines,
they can't affect this heart of mine.
Written January 30, 2015. The poem that got me addicted to poetry.