Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2017
How the red
got in
the red blood
in the first place;
I cannot say.
But how it feels
to behold,
but never holding
is like a stone
all day.
Third Eye Candy
Written by
Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems