Oct 2018
A heart that’s strained is one that bleeds a deep red,
And gets strangled by thorns known as blue veins,
To carry on with wicked, cruel, and purple dread.
All around, the scenery can give a green eyed feeling,
The pink of ****** cheeks spreads around the body,
And the blackness in the soul will require lots of healing.
And gets strangled by thorns known as blue veins,
To carry on with wicked, cruel, and purple dread.
All around, the scenery can give a green eyed feeling,
The pink of ****** cheeks spreads around the body,
And the blackness in the soul will require lots of healing.
Finally was able to finish a poem I started last week! It's the combination of emotions, depression, senses, and colors.
