Perhaps, this could be the day.
When everything I am fades away.
The clouds gather,
A drop of rain.
Red water falls, to ease the pain.
I hit the floor, to end the fray.
My stolen words escape to say...
"How could it all end this way?"
Now the floor floods a crimson glow.
Its almost over, that endless flow.
Tears of joy fill my face.
Laughing at my soul, my heart, my disgrace
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
Perhaps, this could be the day.
When everything I am fades away.
The clouds gather,
A drop of rain.
Red water falls, to ease the pain.
I hit the floor, to end the fray.
My stolen words escape to say...
"How could it all end this way?"
Now the floor floods a crimson glow.
Its almost over, that endless flow.
Tears of joy fill my face.
Laughing at my soul, my heart, my disgrace
this is the first poem i ever wrote, when i was a kid.
